"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 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. But then she lit up a candle And then she showed me the way. I heard voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say"