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. 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 the corridor, I thought I heard them say, "Welcome to the Hotel California"