Home Hotel - Willie Nelson (威利·纳尔逊)

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 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