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
The rooms are all shambled
things are scattered on the floor
Just the other side of how much I need you
I call your name
and then remember that you don't live here anymore
At my 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