On a dark de sert high way, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of co li tas, ri sing up through the air. Up a head in the dis tance, I saw a shim mer ing light. My head grew hea vy 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. And I was think ing to my self, This could be ha ven or this could be hell. Then she lit up a can dle and she showed me the way. There were voic es down the cor ri dor. I thought I heard them say, Wel come to the Ho tel Ca li for nia. Such a lov ely face. Such a lov ely face. Such a lov ely face. Plen ty of room at the Ho tel Ca li for nia. A ny time of year, A ny time of year, you can find it here. Her mind is Tif fa ny twist ed. She got the Mer ced es Benz. She got a lot of pre tty, pre tty boys she calls frieds. How they dance in the court yard, sweet sum mer sweat. Some dance to re mem ber, some dance to for get. So I called up the cap tain. Please bring me my wine. He said. We hav en't had that spi rit here since 19 69. And still those voic es are call ing from far a way. Wake you up in the mid dle of the night, just to hear them say, Wel come to the Ho tel Ca li for nia. Such a lov ely place. Such a lov ely place. Such a lov ely place. They liv ing it up at the Ho tel Ca li for nia. What a nice sur prise. What a nice sur prise. Bring your a li bis. Mi r rors on the cei ling, the pink cham pagne on ice， And she sai d, We are all just pri son ers here, of our own de vice. And in the mas ter's cham bers, they ga thered for the feast. They stab it with their stee ly knives, but they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I re mem ber I was run ning for the door. I had to find the pas sage back to the place I was be fore. Re lax, said the night man. We are pro grammed to re ceive. You can check out a ny time you like, but you can ne ver leave.