Dryunya

On a dark desert highway, blue winds in my hair Warm smell of colita, rising up through the air A bed in the distance, saw a shimmering light Every heavy in my side view, Jim, had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway, heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be heaven Then she lift up a candle, and she showed me the way There were voices down there called a dark, thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place