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