[ANGEL & TOM]
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

[TOM]
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, oh

[All]
Oh, oh, oh
[ANGEL & TOM, All]
You teach?
Yeah, I teach, computer age philosophy
But my students would rather watch TV
America
America

[TOM]
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

[TOM]
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe (Santa Fe)
Our labors would reap financial gains (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

[Post-Chorus: All]
Oh, oh, oh
[Outro: TOM]
Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, Tumbleweeds, prairie dogs
Yeah