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
ROGER
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
And 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
Oh-oh
ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Oh-oh-oh-oh
ANGEL
You teach?
COLLINS
Yeah - I teach - computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
ANGEL
America
MARK, ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
America!
COLLINS ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
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
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Ah oh
Our labors would reap financial gains Santa Fe
ROGER & MARK
Gains, gains, gains
COLLINS
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains
COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Save 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 - Ohhhh, ohhhh, Ohhhh, ohhhh
COLLINS
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds ... prairie dogs ...
COLLINS, ROGER, MARK & ANGEL
Yeah