Santa Fe Lyrics

ANGEL
New York City

MARK
Uh huh

ANGEL
Center of the universe

COLLINS
Sing it girl

ANGEL
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse

ROGER
I hear that

ANGEL
It's a comfort to know
When you're singing the hit-the-road blues
That anywhere else you could possibly go
After New York would be ... a pleasure cruise

COLLINS
Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
And I'm shouting in my sleep,
I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh-oh

ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Oh-oh-oh-oh

ANGEL
You teach?

COLLINS
Yeah - I teach - computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV

ANGEL
America

MARK, ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
America!

COLLINS ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Ah oh
Our labors would reap financial gains Santa Fe

ROGER & MARK
Gains, gains, gains

COLLINS
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Save our brains
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh, Oh - Ohhhh, ohhhh, Ohhhh, ohhhh

COLLINS
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds ... prairie dogs ...

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Yeah