Santa Fe-Brandon Victor Dixon
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Santa Fe - Brandon Victor Dixon/Valentina/Jordan Fisher

Lyrics by:Jonathan Larson

Composed by:Jonathan Larson

Arranged by:Stephen Oremus

Produced by:Stephen Oremus

New York City

Uh huh

Center of the universe

Sing it girl

Times are pretty

But I'm sure they can't get any 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

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

Sunny Santa Fe would be nice

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice

You teach

I teach computer age philosophy

While my students would rather watch TV

America

America

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

And 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

Gain gain gain

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And save from devastation our brains

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

Do you know the way to Santa Fe

You know tumbleweeds prairie dogs

Yeah

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