On a dark desert hightway
Cold wind in my hair
Warm smeel of colytas
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 dad to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven now this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down in corridor
I thought i heard them say:
"Welcome to the Hotel California"
Such a lovely place