Tom Waits - Depot, Depot lyrics

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