Santa Fe

Santa Fe

It’s all we can say

But it’s so far away

If I’m a stowaway

In your suitcase

Then we won’t make the weight

It’s a sign of the times

That we’re all mixed up

If I’m a highway sign

Then you’re grooved pavement

Is it pleasantry

That brings you to me?

Or is it just sanity?

If I’m a fallen tree

And you’re some blinding beach

We’re still both underfeet

It’s a sign of the times

That we’re all mixed up

If I’m a highway sign

Then you’re grooved pavement

Then you’re grooved pavement

It’s a sign of the times

That we’re all mixed up

If I’m a highway sign

Then you’re grooved pavement

Then you’re grooved pavement

A warning statement