Santa Fe

Santa Fe Lyrics

Santa Fe Song Lyrics

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[Angel]
New York City
Center of the universe
Times are sh*tty
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

[Collins]
Now your talking [laughs]

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

Woah oh woah

[Angel]
You teach?

[Collins]
Yeah, I teach
Computer-age philosophy
But my students would rather watch t.v.

[Angel]
America

[Collins]
America
You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce on to the meat
You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You can drum a gentle drum
I can see guests as they come
Chanting not about Heidegger but wine

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Our labours will reap financial gains
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 in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell

Woah oh woah oh oh woah

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

[Thanks to Sam for lyrics]

[Thanks to Diana Lang, Taylor Nordburg for corrections]