They say folks is dying to get here.
Me, I’m dying to get away
To a little town out west that’s spanking new.
And while I ain’t never been there
I can see it, clear as day
If you want, I bet that you could see it too.
Close your eyes, come with me
Where it’s clean and green and pretty,
And they went and made a city out of clay
Why the minute that you get there
Folks will walk right up and say,
«Welcome home son,
welcome home to SANTA FE»
Planting crops, splitting rails
Swapping tales around the fire
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day
Soon your friends are more like family,
And they’s begging you to stay.
Ain’t that neat, living sweet, 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 live living
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 you,
How 'bout a change of scene
Far from the lousy headlines
And the deadlines in between?
SANTA FE, my old friend,
I can’t spend my whole life dreaming,
Though I know it’s all I seem inclined to do.
I ain’t getting any younger,
And I want to start brand new.
I need space and fresh air.
Let 'em laugh in my face, I don’t care.
Save my place, I’ll be there… in SANTA FE.