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 dimmer 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 Cal...