Fm

On

a

dark

des-

ert

high-

way

C

cool

wind

in

my

hair,

Eb

warm

smell

of

co-

li-

tas

Bb

ris-

ing

up

through

the

air.

Db

Up

a-

head

in

the

dis-

tance,

Ab

I

saw

a

shim-

mer-

ing

light.

Bbm

My

head

grew

heav-

y

and

my

sight

grew

dim;

C

I

had

to

stop

for

the

night.

Fm

There

she

stood

in

the

door-

way;

C

I

heard

the

mis-

sion

bell.

Eb

And

I

was

think-

ing

to

my-

self:

the

could

be

Bb

heav-

en

or

this

could

be

hell.

Db

Then

she

lit

up

a

can-

dle,

Ab

and

she

showed

me

the

way.

Bbm

There

were

voic-

es

down

the

cor-

ri-

dor;

C

I

thought

I

heard

them

say:

Fm

Her

mind

is

Tif-

fa-

ny

twist-

ed.

C

She

got

the

Mer-

ce-

des

bends.

Eb

She

got

a

lot

of

pret-

ty,

pretty

boys

Bb

that

she

calls

friends.

Db

How

they

dance

in

the

court-

yard;

Ab

sweet

sum-

mer

sweat.

Bbm

Some

dance

to

re-

mem-

ber;

C

some

dance

to

for-

get.

Fm

So

I

called

up

the

cap-

tain;

C

"Please

bring

me

my

wine."

He

said

Eb

"We

have-

n't

had

that

spir-

it

here

since

Bb

nine-

teen

six-

ty-

nine."

Db

And

still

those

voices

are

calling

from

Ab

far

a-

way;

Bbm

wake

you

up

in

the

middle

of

the

night

C

just

to

hear

then

say:

Fm

Mir-

rors

on

the

ceil-

ing,

C

the

pink

cham-

pagne

on

ice,

and

she

said,

Eb

"We

are

all

just

pris-

on-

ers

here

Bb

of

our

own

de-

vice."

Db

And

in

the

mas-

ter's

cham-

bers,

Ab

they

gath-

ered

for

the

feast.

Bbm

They

stab

it

with

their

steel-

y

knives,

but

they

C

just

can't

kill

the

beast.

Fm

Last

thing

I

re-

mem-

ber,

I

was

C

run-

ning

for

the

door.

Eb

I

had

to

find

the

pas-

sage

back

to

the

Bb

place

I

was

be-

fore.

Db

"Re-

lax,"

said

the

night

man.

"We

are

Ab

pro-

grammed

to

re-

ceive.

Bbm

You

can

check

out

an-

y

time

you

like,

but

C

you

can

nev-

er

leave."