Santa Fe
Folks, we finally got our headline
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's calling me
Dumb crip's just too damn slow
Guys are fightin', bleedin' fallin'
Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack
Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go!
Let me go
Far away
Somewhere they won't ever find me
And tomorrow won't remind me of today
And the city's finally sleepin'
And the moon looks old and grey
I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe
And I'm gone
And I'm done
No more running, no more lying
No more fat old men denying me my pay
Just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day
Dreams come true. Yeah they do, in Santa Fe
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life
Living trapped where there ain't no future
Even at 17, breaking your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between
Santa Fe, my old friend
I can't spend my whole life dreaming
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do
I ain't getting any younger
And I wanna start brand new
I need space, and fresh air
Let them laugh in my face, I don't care
Save my place, I'll be there
Just be real is all I'm asking
Not some painting in my head
'Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's calling me
Dumb crip's just too damn slow
Guys are fightin', bleedin' fallin'
Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack
Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go!
Let me go
Far away
Somewhere they won't ever find me
And tomorrow won't remind me of today
And the city's finally sleepin'
And the moon looks old and grey
I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe
And I'm gone
And I'm done
No more running, no more lying
No more fat old men denying me my pay
Just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day
Dreams come true. Yeah they do, in Santa Fe
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life
Living trapped where there ain't no future
Even at 17, breaking your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between
Santa Fe, my old friend
I can't spend my whole life dreaming
Though I know thats all I seem inclined to do
I ain't getting any younger
And I wanna start brand new
I need space, and fresh air
Let them laugh in my face, I don't care
Save my place, I'll be there
Just be real is all I'm asking
Not some painting in my head
'Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe
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Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson, Andrzej Ozga
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