Lyrics Barbary Coast (Later) - Conor Oberst

Barbary Coast (Later)

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.