Santa Fe Lyrics - Rent - Rent

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 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 

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 

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 oh 

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 rhyme 

You can 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 

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 

Oh oh oh 

Do you know the way to Santa Fe? 

You know, Tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah