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 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

'Please bring me my wine'. He said,

 Chau blogsu, me voy a armar el arbolito de navidad,

Yes, I know, es medio tarde, pero agradece que lo armo el 16 y no el 23.