Santa Fe - Adam Pascal/Anthony Rapp/Wilson Jermaine Heredia/Jesse L. Martin

New York city 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 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

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 a 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

Our labors would reap financial gains

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

Do you know the way to Santa Fe

You know tumbleweeds prairie dogs yeah