Jesse L. Martin - Santa Fe lyrics

[ANGEL] New York City- [MARK] Uh huh [ANGEL] Center of the universe [COLLINS] Sing it, girl- [ANGEL] Times are sh**ty But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse [MARK] 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 All this misery pays no salary, so Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Oh, 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 [ALL] Oh-- [ANGEL] You teach? [COLLINS] Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy While 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 a 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 gain [ALL] Gain, gain, gain [COLLINS] We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And save from devastation our brains [HOMELESS] Save our brains [ALL] 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-- [COLLINS] Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs... [ALL] Yeah