On a dark desert highway

cool wind in my hair

warm smell of colitas

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 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

such a lovely face

plenty of rooms at the hotel California

any time of year

you can find it here

her mind is Tiffany-twisted

she got the Mercedes-Benz

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 nineteen sixty nine

and still those voices are calling from far away

wake you up in the middle of the nigh