Texty: Willie Nelson. 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 my 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, 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'