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 in corridor I thought I heard them say... ... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely face) There s plenty of rooms at the Hotel California Any 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编辑于2009/02/21更新