Depot, Depot
oleh: Tom Waits



Depot, depot, what am I doing here?Depot, depot, what am I doing here?I ain't coming, I ain't goingMy confusion is showingOutside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth AvenueI'm gonna paint myself blueAt the depot
I watch the taxis pull up and idleI can't claim title to a single memoryHe offered me a key'Cause opportunity don't knockHe has no tongue and she cannot talkYou're gonna shuffle when you walkAt the depot
This peeping-Tom needs a peepholeAnd an uptempo songTo move me alongWhen I find this depot babyI'm on a roll just like a pool ball babyI'm gonna be there at the roll call maybeAt the depot
Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth AvenueOh, tell me what a poor boy to doAt the depotI'm on a roll just like a pool ball babyI'm gonna be there at the roll call maybeAt the depotThe depot