Hotel California

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. She stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself Could've be heaven, could've be Hell 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 room at the Hotel California Any time of year you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she rides Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends Those voices are heard from far far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say 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 those voices are heard from far far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year you can find it here Any time of year you can find it here