Santa Fe
( ) = spoken

New York City -

Uh-huh

Center of the universe

Sing it girl -

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

I hear you

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

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

Oh -

You teach?

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

America

America!

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
Our labors wouldn reap financial gains

Gains, gains, gains

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

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 -

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

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