Santa Fe

It’s the smell of a darkroom Where I’d practice guitar It’s the echo of silence Bouncing back through the yard Sante Fe With your crystal balls And the dogs running up the hill When the grandparents call Every year I’d go in the spring And if it were up to me I’d drop out of school Swim in the pool Make friends with the fools Transfixed by the jewel Ooooooo In the “Sea of Cortez” That I found on the shelf A marine expedition From the sea to his mouth I felt like an explorer Writing notes on the page With the smell of green chilies Wafting into my cave Sante Fe With you mountains of white And the smell of piñon That enveloped the night Sante Fe With your turquoise eyes Where time passed like crickets Calling out to the fire Every year I’d go in the spring And if it were up to me I’d drop out of school Swim in the pool Make friends with the fools Transfixed by the jewel Ooooooo