Santa Fe

(альбом: Rent (Original Broadway Cast Recording) - 1996)

[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 that

[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
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice

Oh-oh

[ALL:]
Oh...

[ANGEL:]
You teach?

[COLLINS:]
Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy
While 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 gain

[ALL:]
Gain, gain, gain

[COLLINS:]
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation 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...

[COLLINS:]
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds... prairie dogs...

[ALL:]
Yeah