Hotel California

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
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here