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 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 the corridor, I thought I heard them say. Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California. Any time of year. Any time of year. You can find it here. Her Mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends. She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends. How they dance in the courtyard, Sweet summer sweet. Some dance to remember, Some dance to forget. So I called up the captain, "Please bring me my wine." 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 night Just to hear them say. Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely place. Such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California. Any time of year. Any time of year. You can find here.