Hotel Callifornia - Eagles -
Hotel Callifornia / Eagles 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..
