Hotel Caledonia

On a dark Scottish highway, damp wind in Ken’s hair

Warm smell of haggis, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, he saw a forum light

His head grew heavy and his sight grew dim

He had to stop for the night

There Sue stood in the doorway;

He heard the mission bell

And he was thinking to himself,

"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"

Then Sue lit up a candle and she showed Ken the way

There were voices down the corridor,

He thought he heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel Caledonia

Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)

Such a lonely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel Caledonia

Any time of year (Any time of year)

You can find it here

Last thing Ken remembered, he was

Running for the door

He had to find the passage back

To the forum he 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! "

Sing along to an acoustic version  of Hotel Caledonia!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN-VZxG4lDQ&feature=related