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
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