Santa Fe

[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. *chuckles*

Now I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle

And I'm sick of grading papers that I know.

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.

Woah, woah.



[Angel]

You teach?



[Collins]

Yeah I teach;

computer aids philosophy.

But my students would rather watch TV.



[Angel]

America.



[Collins, Mark, Roger]

America.



[Collins]

You're a sensitive asthete.

Brush the sauce onto the meat.

You can make a menu sparkle with rhyme.

You can drum a gentle drum.

I can see guests as they come.

Chanting not about Heidigger, but wine!

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe!



[ALL (In background)

(Aaaaaaah) Santa Fe!



[Collins]

Our labors would reap financial gains



(Gains gains gains)



[Collins]

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe!

And save from devastation,

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



[Collins]

We'll open up in..Santa Fe

Forget this cold Bohemian Hell.



[All]

Woah, woah.



[Collins]

Yeah, yeah.

Mmhmm.

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, tumbleweeds..prairie dogs..



[All]

Yeah.