• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Santa Fe - Bob Dylan
• Santa Fe - Van Morrison
• Santa Fe - Bon Jovi
• Santa Fe - Jon Bon Jovi
• Santa Fe - Shawn Mullins
• Santa Fe - Alan Menken
• Santa Fe - Bellamy Brothers
• Santa Fe - Original Broadway Cast
• Santa Fe - Jonathan Larson
• Santa Fe - Beirut
• Santa Fe - Rent
• Santa Fe - Josh Cameron
• Santa Fe - Newsies
• Santa Fe - Clover
• Santa Fe - Newsies Soundtrack
• Santa Fe - Titanic

Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe,
My woman needs it ev'ryday,
She promised this a-lad she'd stay,
She's rollin' up a lotta bread
To toss away.
She's in Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe
Now she's opened up an old maid's home,
She's proud, but she needs to roam,
She's gonna write herself a roadside poem,
About Santa-Fe.
Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.
Since I'm never gonna cease to roam,
I'm never, ever far from home,
But I'll build a geodesic dome
And sail away.
Don't feel bad.
No, no, no, no, don't feel bad
It's the best food I've ever had.
Makes me feel so glad
That she's cooking in a home-made pad
She never caught a cold so bad
When I'm away.
Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.
My shrimp boat's in the bay
I won't have my nature this way,
And I'm leanin' on the wheel each day
To drift away
From Santa-Fe,
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe.
My sister looks good at home,
She's lickin' on an ice cream cone,
She's packin' her big white comb,

Train wheels runnin' down an open track
In my mem'ry time to take me back
Are you goin are you goin'
To Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same old way
I can feel it from the mountain top
Runnin' down to the foamy brine
In a rest'rant 'cross a table top
Looking into a glass of wine
Whispering in the evening breeze
Green leaves裧list'ning eucalyptus trees
Can you hear them
Or get near them
Oh, Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same old way
I can feel it when it all goes down
Look around and it's happening
Look around and see what I have found
And it's more than a song to sing
In the night I hear you callin'
And I'm thinkin' of you, darlin'
Santa Fe
Do you need it
Can you feel it in the same old way
I can feel it when it all goes down
Look around and it's happening
Look around and see what I have found

They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day
The spirits, they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it's too late for me
Tell my guns I'm coming home
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Once I was promised absolution
There's only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts and know with no illusions
That only one of you is going home again
And I blame this world for making a good man evil
It's this world that can drive a good man mad
And it's this world that turns a killer into a hero
Well I blame this world for making a good man bad
Now I ain't getting into heaven if the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Lord have mercy
So I save a prayer when I need it most
To the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
And sign it from a sinner with no name
When I meet my maker
Will he close the book on the hearts I broke and the lives I took ?
Will he walk away 'cause my soul's too late to save ?
Now I ain't getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe

They say that no man is an island
And good things come to those who wait
But the things I hear are there just to remind me
Every dog will have his day
The spirits, they intoxicate me
I watched them infiltrate my soul
They try to say it's too late for me
Tell my guns I'm coming home
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Tell my maker he can wait
I'm riding somewhere south of heaven
Heading back to Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Once I was promised absolution
There's only one solution for my sins
You gotta face your ghosts and know with no illusions
That only one of you is going home again
And I blame this world for making a good man evil
It's this world that can drive a good man mad
And it's this world that turns a killer into a hero
Well I blame this world for making a good man bad
Now I ain't getting into heaven if the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe
Lord have mercy
[Guitar solo]
So I save a prayer when I need it most
To the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
And sign it from a sinner with no name
When I meet my maker
Will he close the book on the hearts I broke and the lives I took ?
Will he walk away 'cause my soul's too late to save ?
Now I ain't getting into heaven
If the devil has his way
I swear I'm gonna live forever
Heading back to Santa Fe
Got debts to pay in Santa Fe
It's judgment day in Santa Fe

She was sitting in the corner of a cafe
In the burning heart of downtown Santa Fe
Picking on a Gibson and singing, "Baby Can't You See"
She was buzzing like a battlefield tracer
She was grinding like the gears on a Pacer
I said sister Bloody Mary, "Won't you do a little number for me?"
She said, "I'll sing you any song that you wanna hear
Just pull up a barstool and buy me another beer"
Take me away, take me away from here
Take me far away, Santa Fe, Santa Fe
He was living with some hippies in a school bus
They had puttered here from Boulder covered in dust
He said, "I know a little lady living 30 miles up the road"
I got a feeling that my ride ain't gonna take me
If I don't see my little lady it will break me
Another 24 hours here, I think I just might explode
I been doing everything I know and try to stay free
Working for the man and just ain't no kind of plan for me
So take me away, take where I wanna be
Take me far away Santa Fe, Santa Fe
That's right
I'll sing you any song that you wanna hear
It will sound a lot better if you have yourself another beer
So take me away, take me away from here
Take me far away Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Santa Fe

JACK:
So that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess that everything you heard about is true
So you ain't got any family
Well who said you needed one?
Ain't you glad nobody's waiting up for you?
When I dream
On my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleeping
All my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train
That's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a feeling time can never take away!
All I need's a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes they do
In Santa Fe
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breaking your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya
How about a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines
And the deadlines in between
Santa Fe
Are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me
Come and stay?
I ain't getting any younger
And before my dying day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh in my face
I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there
So that's what they call a family
Ain't you glad you ain't that way?
Ain't you glad you got a dream called

Her turquoise lips kiss me like a lover.
Her silver eyes see right through my veins.
Her Indian heart asks when I'll return to her.
Her Spanish soul begs me to remain.
And no one that I've ever known can move me like she does.
No, it's not a woman that I love.
Santa Fe Santa Fe.
I have been here in your arms and now I want to stay.
Santa Fe Santa Fe.
I won't sleep 'till I'm back in Santa Fe.
Her sunrise could bring light into a blind man.
Her sunset could put tears there in his eyes.
Her colors are laying there in brush strokes.
Underneath those peote skies.
The lay of the land stirs all of my emotions.
She heals me with a laid back energy.
She holds onto my broken lifeless spirit.
And molds me just like pottery.
And nowhere that I've ever been can make me feel this way.
That's why I'm going there to stay.
Santa Fe Santa Fe
I have been there in your arms, now I want to stay.
Santa Fe Santa Fe
I won't sleep 'till I'm back Santa Fe.
Santa Fe

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
Oh, 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
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
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
Do you know the way to 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
Oh--
ANGEL
You Teach?
COLLINS
Ya - I Teach Computer Age Philosophy
while My Students Would Rather Watch TV
ANGEL
America
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!
Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gain
Gain, Gain, Gain
COLLINS
We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
And Save From Devastation Our Brains
HOMELESS
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--
COLLINS
Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?
You Know, Tumbleweeds...Prairie Dogs...
All:

Your days in one
This day undone
(The kind that breaks under)
All day at once
(For me, for you)
I'm just too young
(And what of my heart)
This day was once
(Silence before)
All grace of lost
Can't wait at all
(Can't wait at all)
Temptation won
And what ever comes through the door
I'll see it face to face
All by your place
Sign me up Santa Fe
And call your son
Sign me up Santa Fe
On the cross Santa Fe
And all I want
Sign me up Santa Fe
And call your son
And I and I and I alone want you to know
And I and I and I alone
And I and I and I alone want you to know
And I and I and I alone
Your days in one
This day undone
(The kind that breaks under)
All day at once
(For me, for you)
I'm just too young
(And what of my heart)
Sign me up Santa Fe
And call your son
Sign me up Santa Fe
On the cross Santa Fe
And all I want
Sign me up 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
Oh--
ANGEL
You Teach?
COLLINS
Ya - I Teach Computer Age Philosophy
While My Students Would Rather Watch TV
ANGEL
America
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!
Let's Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
Our Labors Would Reap Financial Gain
Gain, Gain, Gain
COLLINS
We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Santa Fe
And Save From Devastation Our Brains
HOMELESS
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--
COLLINS
Do You Know The Way To Santa Fe?
You Know, Tumbleweeds... Prairie Dogs...
All:

I met you yesterday
set out on that train to bring you in
am i disposed
am i derailed
so far from
I met you yesterday
set out on that train to bring you in
and what I've been
so long
so much
the glory rests and rides
apart from where we are
held off in santa fe
alone sometimes
we always will become
alive
feel like letting go to rise
held up in santa fe
fell out on my back
i broke my cool
for always had
and always would
to never end
sometime we get so far
we live through
woke up in Santa Fe
found i became so less of heart
feeling so wrong
to never let go of what you need at all
i met you yesterday
cut my hands
to see if i still bleed
she ran away
to never be seen again at all

So that's what they call a family
Mother daughter father son
Guess that everything you heard about is true
So you aint got any family
Who said you needed one
Aint ya glad nobody's waiting up for you
When I dream on my own
I'm alone but I aint lonely
For a dreamer nights the only time a day
When the city's finally sleeping and my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free like the wind
Like I'm gunna live forever
Its a feeling time can never take away
All I needs a few more dollars
And I'm outa here to stay
Dreams comes true, yes they do
In Santa Fe
Where does it say that you gotta live and die here
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break
Why should you only take what your given
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where they aint no future even at 17
Breaking your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene
Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between
Santa Fe are you there
Do you swear you wont forget me
If I found you would you let me come and stay
I aint getting any younger
and before my dying day
I want space not just air
Let them laugh in my face
I don't care
Sante Fe
I'll be there
So that's what they call a family
Aint ya glad you aint that way
Aint ya glad you have a dream called
Santa Fe

Call up the Santa Fe
Go and get them on the phone
And tell 'em to run one more train
Come and take an old man home
Gone and married off my daughter
And the war has claimed my son
Lord, you know, I had to bury (yeah)
The one I called my darling one
Lord, I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again
I'm so tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye
I hope I see you again
You know, parting is such sad sorrow
When you go and leave a friend
When you know there's no tomorrow
and you'll not see him again
Call up the Santa Fe
Go and get them on the phone
And tell them to run one more train
Come and take an old man home
I'm so tired (tired) and so my friend, I've got to get back home again
Lord, I'm tired (tired) and though it's been good, good bye
I hope I see you again

Music by Alan Menken.
Lyrics by Jack Feldman.
JACK
So that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess that everything you heard about is true
So you ain't got any family
Well, who said you needed one?
Ain't ya glad nobody's waitin' up for you?
When I dream
On my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleepin'
All my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a feeling time can never take away
All I need's a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes, they do
In Santa Fe
Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breakin' your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya
How 'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines
And the deadlines in between
Santa Fe
Are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me come and stay?
I ain't gettin' any younger
And before my dyin' day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh in my face
I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there
So that's what they call a family
Ain't ya glad you ain't that way?
Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?

Santa Fe
it's no good I'll have to go
drivin' me bloody crazy here
people and cars
planes
this song
your face
got to get a train
and go now I gotta leave
ain't no way
ain't no way
to make me stay in this old
hole gotta' leave.
Santa Fe.
Santa Fe.
Santa Fe.