On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of Colitas [4] 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."