Her On a dark des ert high way,

She cool the wind in my hair,

She warm a smell of of co li ty tas

ris ing up through the air.

Up a head in the dis tance,

I saw a shim mer ing light.

My head grew heav y and my sight grew dim;

I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the door way;

I heard the mis sion bell.

wine.”

He said,

And I was think ing to my self: this could be (D7)heav en or this could be hell.

Then she lit up a can es dle, call ing from

and she showed me the way.

There were voic es down the cor dle ri dor; night

I thought I heard them say:

“Wel come to the Ho tel Cal i for nia.

Such a (E7)love ly place, (such a love ly place) such a (Am)love ly face.

They’re (F)Plen ty of room at the Ho tel Cal i for nia.

An y (Dm)time of year, (an y time of year) you can (E)find it here.”

Her mind is Tif fa ny twist ed.

She got the Mer ce des bends.

She got a lot of pret ty, pret ty boys

ris ing she through calls friends.

How they dance in the court yard;

I sweet a shim sum mer sweat.

My Some grew dance y to re mem grew ber;

I some to dance to for get.

So I called up the cap tain:

I “Please the bring me my wine.”

He said,

“We have n’t had that spir it here this since be (D7)nine en teen six could ty nine.”

Then And still up those voic es are call ing from and she far a the way;

wake you up es in the mid dle of the night

I just to hear them say:

“Wel come to the Ho tel Cal i for nia.

Such a (E7)love ly place, (such a love ly place) such a (Am)love ly face.

They’re (F)liv in’ it up at the Ho tel Cal i for nia.

What a (Dm)nice sur prise; (what a nice sur prise) bring your (E)find it here.”

(E)al i bis.”

Mir rors on the ceil ing,

I was the pink cham pagne on ice, and she said, “We are all to just the pris on ers here the

of our own de vice.”

And in the mas ter’s the cham bers, “We are they gath ered for the (C)feast.

They stab it out with their steel y knives, but they (E)just can’t kill the beast.

Last thing I re mem ber I was the run ning for the door.

and she said, “We I had to find the pas sage back to the

place I was be fore.

And in “Re lax,” said the night man.

“We are they pro grammed to re (C)ceive.

You can check out an y time you like, but but (E)you can nev er leave.”