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 he 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 he lit up a candle and he 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 face
plenty of room at the hotel california
any time of year, you can find it here
his mind is tiffany-twisted, he got the mercedes bends
he got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that he calls 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 me m
