Hotel Rosario

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis1, 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 bellAnd I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be
HellThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the way