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
then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
there were voices down the corridor,
i thought i heard them say...
welcome to the hotel california
such a lovely place
such a lovely face
plenty of ro
