[Music] [Applause] Don as a Lyricist writes these little postcard pictures and he throws you a picture on a dark desert highway oner high you can see that cool wind in my hair cool wind in my hair you can feel it the warm smell of kitas warm smell of K yes you can smell it up he's got a brilliant way of writing these little picture postcards lyrically and I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell that takes you up to a place where when he sees the chorus then you're like it all makes sense to the hotel