“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 (Tom Waits)
That midnight wind & these neon lights, these yeas & those nays & a train brought us away from here but a train can’t bring us back … time for another twenty years old single malt wiht the taste of turf, lonesomeness & those dreams of young women all on a downtown train. Time for another glass of Scottish gold to help us make it through the night, captein!