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

Tom Waits - The Heart of Saturday Night

Oct 1990

1. New Coat Of Paint
2. San Diego Serenade
3. Semi Suite
4. Shiver Me Timbers
5. Diamonds On My Windshield (Looking For)
6. The Heart Of Saturday Night
7. Fumblin' With The Blues
8. Please Call Me, Baby
9. Depot, Depot
10. Drunk On The Moon
11. The Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours At Napoleone's Pizza House