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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremy Jordan
Vocals
Brian Koonin
Guitar
Dan Levine
Trombone
Deborah Assael-Migliore
Cello
Ed Shea
Percussion
Jeff Marder
Programming
Kristina Musser
Violin
Mark Hummel
Conductor
Mark Thrasher
Woodwinds
Mary Rowell
Violin
Mat Eisenstein
Keyboards
Mineko Yajima
Violin
Ray Kilday
Bass
Steven Malone
Keyboards
Suzanne Ornstein
Violin
Tom Murray
Woodwinds
Trevor D. Neumann
Flugelhorn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Menken
Composer
Jack Feldman
Lyrics
Harvey Fierstein
Book
Danny Troob
Orchestrator
Michael Kosarin
Arranger
Steve Margoshes
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Menken
Producer
Michael Kosarin
Producer
Frank Filipetti
Mixing Engineer
Chris Montan
Producer
Brett Mayer
Assistant Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Fred Sladkey
Assistant Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Folks, we finally got our headline
"Newsies Crushed as Bulls Attack"
Crutchie's calling me
Dumb crip's just too damn slow
Guys are fightin', bleedin', fallin'
Thanks to good ole' Captain Jack
Captain Jack just wants to close his eyes and go!
Let me go
Far away
Somewhere they won't ever find me
And tomorrow won't remind me of today
And the city's finally sleepin'
And the moon looks old and grey
I get on a train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm gone
And I'm done
No more running. No more lying
No more fat old man denying me my pay
Just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day
Dreams come true. Yeah 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 living
Trapped where there ain't no future?
Even at 17!
Breaking your back for someone else's sake!
If the life don't seem to suit you, how about 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 that's all I seem inclined to do
I ain't getting any younger
And I wanna 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
Just be real is all I'm asking
Not some painting in my head
Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today
I got nothing if I ain't got Santa Fe
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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