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