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