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santa fe

angel

new york city(mark:uh huh)

center of the universe

collins;:sing it girl-

angel:times are shitty

but i'm pretty sure they can't get worse

mark:i hear you

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

let's open up a restaurant in santa fe

and leave this to the roaches and mice

collins:oh-oh

all:oh

angel:you teach?

collins:i teach ,

computer age philosophy

but 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 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 gains

all:gains, gains, gains

collins

we'll open up a restaurant in santa fe

and save from devastation our brains

homeless: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

all

oh

collins

do you know the way to santa fe?

you know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs...

yeah