歌词段落：On a dark de sert high way, cool wind in my hair Warm/ smell/ of col itas, rising up thro ugh 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 We lcome to the Ho tel Ca li for nia Such a love/ly place, Such a love/ly face Plen ty of rooms at the Ho tel Ca li for nia Any/ time/ of year, you can find/ it here
