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
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