Santa Fe Lyrics

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

 

 MARK

 I Hear You

 

 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

 All This Misery Pays No Salary, So

 Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

 Oh Sunny Santa Fe Would Be Nice

 Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

 And Leave This To The Roaches And Mice

 

 Oh--Oh

 

 ALL

 Oh--

 

 ANGEL

 You Teach?

 

 COLLINS

 - I Teach Computer Age Philosophy

 But My Students Would Rather Watch TV

 

 ANGEL

 America

 

 ALL

 America!

 

 COLLINS

 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 Gueats As They Come

 Chatting Not About Heidegger, But Wine!

 

 Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

 Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gains

 

 ALL

 Gains, Gains, Gains

 

 COLLINS

 We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe

 And Save From Devastation Our Brains

 

 HOMELESS

 Save Our Brains

 

 ALL

 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--

 

 COLLINS

 Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?

 You Know, Tumbleweeds...Prairie Dogs...

 Yeah