"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
And 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, 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

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

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