Santa Fe — текст песни (Original Broadway Cast)

ANGEL
New York City -
MARK
Uh huh
ANGEL
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
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
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 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
ALL
Gains, gains, gains
COLLINS
We`ll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation of our brains
HOMELESS
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
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh--
Oh--
COLLINS
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds. . .prairie dogs. . . Yeah