Santa Fe

Rent Live Orchestra & Jordan Fisher & Valentina (Drag Queen) & Brandon Victor Dixon - Pop
Santa Fe
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Duration: 3:08
Lyrics
[ANGEL, COLLINS, MARK] New York City Uh-huh Center of the universe Sing it, girl Times ain't pretty But I'm sure they can't get any worse I hear ya 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 are talkin' Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle, hm? And I'm sick of grading papers, that I know 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 Sunny Santa Fe would be nice We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe And leave this to the roaches and mice Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah [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 And I could seat guests as they come Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine [COLLINS, COMPANY] Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Aah, Santa Fe Our labors will reap financial gains Aah, gains, gains, gains We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Aah, Santa Fe And save from devastation our brains Save our brains [ALL] 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 And quit this cold Bohemian hell Oh, oh, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woo Woah, woah [COLLINS] Do you know the way to Santa Fe? You know, tumbleweeds and prairie dogs Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Jonathan Larson