On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitas, rising up through the airUp ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the nightThere she stood in the doorway;I heard the mission bellAnd I was thinking to myself,"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the wayThere were voices down the corridor,I thought I heard them say...
