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 dimmer
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 ...