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 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
you can find it here.
 
Her mind is Tiffany twisted
she's got the Mercedes bends
she's got a lot
of pretty, pretty boys
that she 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 my wine.

He said
we haven't had that
spirit here since 1969
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
they're living' it up
at the Hotel California
what a nice surprise
what a nice surprise
bring your alibi's.

Mirrors on the ceiling
pink champagne on ice
and she said
we are all just prisoners here
of our own device.

Eagles