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

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell
And 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 way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say…