Lyrics Rent Cast – Santa Fe

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:

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