Tom Waits – Depot, Depot Lyrics  Share

From Tom Waits's album: The Heart Of Saturday Night

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
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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
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