Tytuł: Depot, Depot

• Wykonawca: Tom Waits
• Wyświetleń: 292

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