Depot, Depot Songtext
von Tom Waits

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
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
An uptempo song
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
Ah, 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, depot