Santa Fe

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ANGEL
New York City

MARK
Uh huh

ANGEL
Center of the universe

COLLINS
Sing it girl

ANGEL
Times are shitty
But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse

ROGER
I hear that

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
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
Oh-oh

ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Oh-oh-oh-oh

ANGEL
You teach?

COLLINS
Yeah - I teach - computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV

ANGEL
America

MARK, ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
America!

COLLINS ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
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 about wine!
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Ah oh
Our labors would reap financial gains Santa Fe

ROGER & MARK
Gains, gains, gains

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

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
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, Oh - Ohhhh, ohhhh, Ohhhh, ohhhh

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

COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Yeah