On a dark desert highway, with a cool wind in you hair, and the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air, up ahead in the distance you see a shimmering light. Your head grows heavy and and you sight grows dim, you have to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway, you hear the mission bell, and you think to yourself 'this could be Heaven, or this could be Hell.' She lights up a candle and shows you the way. There were voices down the corridor, you thought you heard then say: Welcome to the Hotel California!