The Street.)



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 you



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

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

And leave this to the roaches and mice



COLLINS

Oh--oh



ALL

Oh--



ANGEL

You teach?



COLLINS

-- I teach -- Computer Age Philosophy

But 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 rhyme

You could drum a gentle drum

I could seat guests as they come

Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!

(with HOMELESS PEOPLE in the shadows)

Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe

Our labors would reap financial gains



ALL

Gains, gains, gains



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--



ALL

Oh--



COLLINS

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?

You know, tumbleweeds...prairie dogs...

Yeah