Santa Fe
New York City
Center of the universe
Sing it girl
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
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
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
Whoa
You teach?
Yeah I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America, America
You're a sedative aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidigger but wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gain
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation 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
whoa
Do you know the way to santa fe?
You know, tumbleweeds prairie dogs
Yeah
Center of the universe
Sing it girl
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
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
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
Whoa
You teach?
Yeah I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America, America
You're a sedative aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidigger but wine
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labors would reap financial gain
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation 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
whoa
Do you know the way to santa fe?
You know, tumbleweeds prairie dogs
Yeah
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Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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