"Santa Fe" from "Newsies"

Movie version:

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 spend your whole live livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future,
Even at seventeen,
Breaking your back for someone else's sake.
If the light don't seem to suit you,
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 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.
Aren't you glad you ain't that way?
Ain't you glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?

Broadway prologue version:

JACK (spoken)
Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me.
CRUTCHIE (spoken)
But everyone wants to come to New York.
JACK (spoken)
You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town.
(sung)
They say folks is dyin' to get here.
Me, I'm dyin' to get away,
To a a little town out west that's spankin' new.

And while I ain't never been there,
I can see it clear as day.
If you want, I bet'cha 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 outta clay.
Why, the minute that we get there,
Folks'll walk right up and say,
"Welcome home, son, welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops,
Splittin' rails,
Swappin' tales around the fire,
'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day.
Soon your friends are more like family,
And they's beggin' you to stay!
Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet in Santa Fe.

(spoken)
Hey, no one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a Palomino, you'll ride in style!

CRUTCHIE (spoken)
Feature me, ridin' in style.

JACK (spoken)
Hey, I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good!

JACK & CRUTCHIE (sung)
Santa Fe,
You can bet.
We won't let them bastids beat us.
We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square.
There's a life that's worth the livin',
And I'm gonna do my share.

JACK
Work the land.
Chase the sun.

JACK & CRUTCHIE
Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

CRUTCHIE
Watch me stand
Watch me run...

JACK (spoken)
Hey, hey...
(sung)
Don't you know that we's a family?
Would I let you down?
No way.
Just hold on, kid, till that train makes Santa Fe.

Broadway version:
JACK
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 thats 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 seventeen.
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 thats 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 them 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.