~Lola~

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...