Santa Fe Lyrics - Original Broadway Cast

New York City 

Uh huh 

Center of the universe 

Sing it girl 

Times are shitty 

But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse 

I hear you 

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 

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 

Oh, oh 

Oh 

You teach? 

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 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 gains 

Gains, gains, gains 

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe 

And save from devastation of our brains 

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 

Do you know the way to Santa Fe? 

You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah