Hotel California

On a dark desert highway,
Cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of colitas
rising up through the air.
Up a head 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 coridor
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."

Her mind is Tiffany twisted,
she got a Mercedes Benz,
she 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 more wine
We haven't had that spirit
here since nineteen sixtynine.
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 livin'it up at the Hotel California.
What a nice surprice (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 chambers
They gathered for the feast,
They stab it with their steely knives,
but they 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 programed to receive,
You can check out any time you like,
but you can never leave."