Another Day

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 you)

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

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

Sunny Santa Fe would be nice

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

You teach?

I teach, computer age philosophy

But 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 gains (Gains, gains, gains)

We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And save from devastation of 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

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, tumbleweeds, prairie dogs, yeah