On

a

dark

de

sert

high

way,

38

Coo

~l

wind

in

my

hair,

96

Wa

~rm

smell

of

co

li

tas

168

Ri

sing

up

through

the

ai

~

~r.

228

Up

a

head

in

the

dis

tance

294

I

saw

a

shim

me

ring

light.

348

My

head

grew

hea

vy

and

my

sight

grew

dim,

424

I

had

to

stop

for

the

night.

478

There

she

stood

in

the

door

way,

546

I

heard

the

mis

sion

bell.

600

And

I

was

thin

king

to

my

self:

675

“This

could

be

hea

ven

or

this

could

be

he

~

~ll.”

740

Then

she

lit

up

a

can

dle

802

And

she

showed

me

the

wa

~y.

860

There

were

voi

ces

down

the

cor

ri

dor,

932

I

thought

I

heard

the

~m

sa

~y:

988

“Wel

come

to

the

Ho

tel

Ca

li

for

nia,

1082

Such

a

lo

~ve

ly

place,

1154

Such

a

lo

~ve

ly

face.

1218

Plen

ty

of

room

at

the

Ho

tel

Ca

li

for

nia,

1336

A

ny

time

of

year,

1408

You

can

find

it

here.”

1472

Her

mind

is

Tif

fa

ny-

twis

ted.

1562

She

got

the

Mer

ce

des

Be

~nz.

1624

She

got

a

lot

of

pret

ty,

pret

ty

boys,

1696

That

she

calls

frie

~

~nds.

1748

How

they

dance

in

the

court

ya

~rd,

1818

Sweet

sum

mer

sweat.

1872

Some

dance

to

re

mem

ber.

1942

Some

dance

to

for

get.

2002

So

I

called

up

the

cap

tai

~n:

2072

“Plea

~se,

bring

me

my

wi

~ne!”

2130

He

said:

2148

“We

ha

ven’t

had

that

spi

rit

here,

2202

Since

nine

teen

six

ty-

ni

~

~ne.”

2260

And

still

those

voi

ces

are

cal

ling

2330

From

fa

~r

a

wa

~

~y.

2396

Wake

you

up

in

the

mid

dle

of

the

ni

~ght,

2460

Just

to

hear

the

~m

sa

~

~

~y:

2526

“Wel

come

to

the

Ho

tel

Ca

li

for

nia,

2604

Such

a

lo

~ve

ly

place,

2678

Such

a

lo

~ve

ly

face.

2742

They

li

vin’

it

up

at

the

Ho

tel

Ca

li

for

nia.

2858

What

a

nice

sur

prise,

2932

Bring

your

a

li

bis!”

3012

Mir

rors

on

the

cei

ling,

3086

The

pink

cham

pagne

on

ice

3140

And

she

said:

3160

“We

are

all

just

pri

so

ners

here

3220

Of

our

o

~wn

de

vice.”

3266

And

in

the

ma

ster’s

cham

bers

3338

They

ga

thered

for

the

feast.

3394

They

stab

it

with

their

stee

ly

knives,

3470

But

they

just

can’t

kill

the

beast.

3520

Last

thing

I

re

mem

be

~r:

3592

I

was

run

ning

for

the

doo

~r.

3648

I

had

to

find

the

pas

sage

back

3722

To

the

place

I

wa

~s

be

fo

~

~re.

3780

“Re

lax!”

said

the

night

man.

3844

“We

are

pro

grammed

to

re

cei

~

~ve.

3904

You

can

check

out

a

ny

time

you

like,

3980

But

you

can

ne

ver

lea

~ve.”

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