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 that you don't live here anymore At 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