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 There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven and this could be hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them Welcome to the hotel cali