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 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 depotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
