by Eagles
| Intro | G#m | D#7 | F# | C# | E | B | C#m | D# | 2x |
| G#m | D#7 |
| On a dark desert highway, | cool wind in my hair |
| F# | C# |
| Warm smell of colitas | rising up through the air |
| E | B |
| Up ahead in the distance, | I saw a shimmering light |
| C#m |
| My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim |
| D# |
| I had to stop for the night |
| G#m | D#7 |
| There she stood in the doorway; | I heard the mission bell |
| F# |
| And I was thinking to myself |
| C# | |
| This could be | heaven or this could be hell |
| E | B |
| Then she lit up a candle, | and she showed me the way |
| C#m |
| There were voices down the corridor, |
| D# |
| I thought I heard them say... |
|
| G#m | D#7 |
| Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, | She got the Mercedes bends |
| F# | C# |
| She got a lot of pretty pretty boys | she calls friends |
| E | B |
| How they danced in the courtyard, | sweet summer sweat |
| C#m | D# |
| Some dance to remember, | some dance to forget |
| G#m | D#7 |
| So I called up the captain; | Please bring me my wine (he said) |
| F# | C# |
| We haven't had that spirit here since | 1969 |
| E | B |
| and still those voices are calling from | far away |
| C#m |
| Wake you up in the middle of the night |
| D# |
| Just to hear them say... |
|
| G#m | D#7 |
| Mirrors on the ceiling; | the pink champagne on ice (and she said) |
| F# | C# |
| We are all just prisoners here, | of our own device |
| E | B |
| and in the master's chambers, | they gathered for the feast |
| C#m |
| They stab it with their steely knives but they |
| D# |
| just can't kill the beast |
| G#m | D#7 |
| Last thing I remember, I was | running for the door |
| F# | C# |
| I had to find the passage back to the | place I was before |
| E | B |
| "Relax" said the night man; we are | programmed to receive |
| C#m |
| You can check out any time you like |
| D# |
| But you can never leave... |