Lyrics
On a dark des ert high way cool wind in my hair warm smell of co li t
n' up through_the air, up a head in the dis tance I saw a shim mer ing light, my head grew hea vy and
grew dim, I had to stop for the night. There_she_stood in_the_door_way, heard_the mis sion_bell,
in king to my self this could_be hea ven or this could_be hell, then she lit up a can dle and she showed me th
there_were_voic es down_the_cor_ri_dor, thaught_I_heard them_say: "Wel come to the Ho tel Ca li for nia, such_a