Lyrics

[Intro] Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? [Verse 1] I ain't coming, I ain't going, my confusion is showing And outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot [Verse 2] I watch the taxis pull up and idle, I can't claim title To a single memory, you offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock, has no tongue as you cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] This peeping Tom needs a peephole And an up-tempo 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, baby, at the depot [Outro] Outside the midnight wind is blowing, Sixth Avenue Ah, tell me what is 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, baby, at the depot Depot