Broken Cobblestone from Starlite Motel by Sharpen the Quills

This house ain't a home anymore
Foundation is rotten to the core
Ghosts they always haunt my dreams
Awake I come apart at the seams

There's always enough booze
To wash the guilt down
So I hit the pavement
And make my way downtown

I pass by the freaks on the street
Where Josephine and Broadway meet
Bus stop preachers scream end of days
To parishioners with eyes glazed

I shuffle past
As quiet as a church mouse
I'll find my temple
Somewhere further down South

These streets were never paved in gold
Just a patchwork of broken cobblestone
This is my church today
This is where I pray

Home's just a place to lay your head
A place to pass the time until you're dead
I'll make my home underneath these clouds
And wear these tattered clothes like a shroud

These streets were never paved in gold
Just a patchwork of broken cobblestone
This is my church today
This is where I pray
These streets were never paved in gold
Just a patchwork of broken cobblestone
This is my church today
This is where I pray

Oh, my lord you left me to wander
Oh, my lord you left me asunder
You left me all alone
You left me for years
Oh, my lord you left me to wander

• Alternative
• Americana blues
• San Antonio