Barbary Coast (Later)

There's a dance hall there Where the sick folks go Like the olden days On the Barbary Coast There's a barefoot child Playing in the rain You can sell your wares Even if they're hard In the great bazaar Or the parking lot 'Cause it takes a while To know who to blame I might have a taste 'Cause the first one's free And the checkout girls Got a thing for me And they're both as sweet As the day is the 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 Paul Gauguin Painting breadfruit 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 It's a stimulant It's p***ography It takes all my will Not to turn it off I 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 me up and left I bet you hang around I bet you'll hang around awhile --- Barbary Coast (Later) - Conor Oberst