Home Motel

Home Motel
What used to be my home
Has changed to just a place to stay
A crumbling last resort
When day is through
Sometimes between sundown and dawn
Somehow I find my way
To this home motel on Lost Love Avenue

No one seems to really care if I come here at all
And the one who seems to care the least is you
I'm gonna hang a neon sign
With letters big and blue
Home Motel on Lost Love Avenue