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