On a dark desert highway
cool wind in my hair
warm smell of colutas
rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
and I was thinking to myself
this could be heaven or this could be hell
then she it up a candle
and she showed me the way
there were voice down in corridor
I thought I heard them say.....
welcome to the hotel california
such a lovely place
such a lovely face
there's plenty of rooms at the hotel california
any time of year
you can find it here
her mind id tiffary-twisted
she godthe mercedes-bens
she got a lot of pretty pretty boys
that she calls friends
how they dance in the courtyard
sweet summers sweat
some dance to remember some dance to forget
so I called up the captain
please bring me my wine, he said:"
we haven't had that spirit
here since ninteen sixty nine
and still those voises are calling from far