Song | Eagles | Hotel California | Mixed Tenses

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance I (see) a shimmering light
My head (grow) heavy and my sight (grow) dim, I had to stop for the night

There she (stand) in the doorway, I (hear) the mission bell
And I (think) to myself “this could be heaven or this could be hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she (show) me the way
There (be) voices down the corridor, I (think) I heard them say

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Welcome to the Hotel
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she (get) the Mercedes Benz
She’s got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she (call) friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some (dance) to forget

So I (call) up the Captain: “Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We (not have) that spirit here since 1969”
And still those voices (call) from far away
(They) wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They’re living it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she (say): “We are all just prisoners here of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers they (gather) for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives but they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I (run) 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”