Santa Fe

ANGEL
New York City(MARK:Uh huh)
Center of the universe
COLLINS;:Sing it girl-
ANGEL:Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse
MARK:I hear you

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
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

COLLINS:Oh-oh
ALL:Oh
ANGEL:You teach?
COLLINS:I teach ,
Computer Age Philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
ANGEL:America
ALL:America
COLLINS: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 would reap financial gains
ALL:Gains, gains, gains

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

ALL
Oh

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