on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, the warm smell of "colitas" rising uo through the air. Up ahead in the distance i saw a simmering light, my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, i had to stop for the night
There, she stood inr the doorway, i heard a 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 where voiced 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's got the Mercedes-Benz, she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she call friends. How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat,some dance to remember some dance to forget. So i called up the captain "please bring mr my wine" and he said: "We haven't got that spirit here from 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 face, they livin it up at the hotel California, what a nice surprise bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said: "We are all just prisoners here of our own device", and in the master's champers they gathered for the feast.They stabbed it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast. Last thing i remember, i was running for the door, i had to find the passage back to the place i was before "Relax " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive, you can check out any time you like, BUT YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE!
