Mojave Rain

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 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 face
There's plenty of room at the Hotel California
And time of year you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the 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 my wine
He said "We haven't had that spirit here
Since nineteen sixty-nine"
And still those voices are
Calling from far away
They'll 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 face
Livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
In the master's chamber
They gather for the feast
They stab if with their stealy knives
But they just can't kill the beast

The last thing I remeber
I was running for the door
Had to find a passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax" said the night man
"We're programmed to receive.
You can check out anytime you like,
But you can never leave."




(Written by Glenn Frey, Don Felder, and Don Henley of Eagles)