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 thinkin' 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 say Welcome to the Hotel California, Such a lovely place, (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely facePlenty of room at the Hotel California, Any time of year, (Any time of year) You can find it hereHe...