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 dim
I had to stop for the night...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here...

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device...

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door 
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive."
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave...
Hotel California - The Eagles