Barbary Coast (Later) - Conor Oberst

There’s a dance hall there

where the sick folks go like the olden days

on the Barbary Coast.

There a barefoot child

playin' in the rain.

You can sell your wares

even if they’re hot

in the great bazaar

or the parking lot

'cause it takes awhile

to know who to blame.

I might have a taste

'cause the first one’s free

and the checkout girls

have a thing for me and they’re both as sweet

as the day is long.

I don’t wanna feel stuck baby.

I just wanna get drunk before noon.

I don’t mind my head

when there’s room to dream.

Feel like pulp again

painting bread fruit trees

in some far off place

where I don’t belong.

Tried to lose myself

in the primitive

in Yosemite

like John Muir did.

But his eyes were blue

and mine are red and raw

'cause the modern world

is a sight to see;

its a stimulant, its pornography.

It takes all my will not to turn it off.

Don’t want you to feel sad baby

I take everything back

I swear I do.

'cause once all the friends I had

have used my up and left

I bet you hang around.

I bet you’ll hang around awhile.