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.
She stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
Could've be heaven, could've be Hell
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
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she rides Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
Those voices are heard from far far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
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 those voices are heard from far 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 face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year you can find it here
Any time of year you can find it here