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

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

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

ALL

Oh

Oh

COLLINS

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, **********s...prairie dogs...

Yeah