Santa Fe

New York City

Uh-huh

Center of the universe

Sing it, girl

Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse

I hear that

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 talkin'

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-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

You teach?

Yeah, I teach

Computer-age philosophy

But my students would rather watch TV

America

America

You're a sensitive aesthete

Brush the sauce onto the meat

You can make the menu sparkle with rhyme

You can drum a gentle drum

I can seat guests as they come

Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)

Our labors would reap financial gains (Gain, gain, gain)

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)

And save from devastation our brains (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) We'll open up in Santa Fe

Forget this cold, bohemian hell

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-ohwhoa

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa, oh, oh, yeah, mmmmm (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, tumbleweeds

Prairie dogs

Yeah