Hotel California - The Eagles

Written by：Don Henley/Glenn Lewis Frey/Don Felder/Donald Hugh Henley

On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colutas

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

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 voice down in corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

There's plenty of rooms at the Hotel California

Any time of year

Any time of year

You can find it here

Her mind did Tiffany twisted

She god the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty pretty boys

She calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summers 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

Wake up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

They living it up in the Hotel California

What nice surprise

What nice surprise

Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceilling

The pink champagne on ice and she said

We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device

And in the master's chambers

They gathers for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

Relax said the night man

We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave