On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimering 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