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 he 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 he lit up a candle

And he showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Hotel Coachella

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel Coachella

Any time of year (any time of year)

You can find it here"

His mind is Tiffany-twisted, he got the Mercedes-Benz, uh

He got a lot of pretty, pretty girls he calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

"Welcome to the Hotel Coachella

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel Coachella

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis"

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice

And he said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"

And in the master's chambers they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"