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 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.
——老鹰乐队《加州旅馆》