Words by Marcus Bales
Yeah, "Hotel California" - that epic sprawl
Across the times and lives it sprawled across --
The chords we’d fumble, and the words we’d maul,
Around our necks youth, like an albatross.
Singing that high lonesome country call
With all those other songs of hurt and loss.
The desert ahead
With the old cold moon
And the last sign said
"Last Chance Saloon".
My headlights see the white and yellow lines
Along the road that stretches out ahead
And every song that comes on recombines
With all the rest, reminding me of bed
And lovers, back when I ignored the signs,
Believing I'd return this way. Instead
The desert ahead
With the old cold moon
And the last sign said
"Last Chance Saloon".
I guess this is the last time that I'll go
And leave behind another love I've known
For another Caroline or Mexico
Or some cafe along the road that's shown
It knows where I will finally lose the flow
Beneath the desert moon out here, alone.
The desert ahead
With the old cold moon
And the last sign said
"Last Chance Saloon".
16 окт 2024
