HONEY SPOT MOTEL

words & music by Lenny Solomon

I heard your decree, oh how can this be, you're unfeeling;
I stuck to the course, now I am lost, and I'm reeling;
The spirit in me, has a dead battery, it's concealing;
My mind is diseased, I need a fresh breeze, that is healing;

I, don't want to live like no vandal;
I, don't want to burn like a candle;
I, need a trip to the well;
To the honey, the Honey Spot Motel.

I ain't a saint, and my life's like the paint, that is peeling;
Flakes to the floor, down from the door, and the ceiling;
Now that I'm bare, I can't stand the stare, that I'm feeling;
Must find a way, to face the new day, without stealing;

I, don't want to live like no vandal;
I, don't want to burn like a candle;
I, need a trip to the well;
To the honey, the Honey Spot Motel.

I'm so confused, my life's lost its groove, and its meaning;
I just can't win, I'm too raw at the skin, that is bleeding;
My direction is gone, I need to move on, and start dealing;
To a greater degree, with the reality, without kneeling;

I, don't want to live like no vandal;
I, don't want to burn like a candle;
I need, a trip to the well;
To the honey, the Honey Spot motel.