Lyrics of Santa fe

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