Depot, depot de Tom Waits

Depot, depot, what am i doing here?
depot, depot, what am i doing here?
i ain't coming, i ain't going
my confusion is showing
outside the midnight wind is blowing sixth avenue
i'm gonna paint myself blue
at the depot

i watch the taxis pull up and idle
i can't claim title to a single memory
he offered me a key
cause opportunity don't knock
he has no tongue and she cannot talk
you're gonna shuffle when you walk
at the depot

this peeping-tom needs a peephole
and an uptempo song
to move me along
when i find this depot baby
i'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby
i'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe
at the depot

outside the midnight wind is blowing sixth avenue
oh, tell me what a poor boy to do
at the depot
i'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby
i'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe
at the depot
the depot