Lyrics

Ira Steps Out

This sushi bar’s as good a place to get high as any other
There’s a number on a napkin my room-mate left with no explanation
My ominous recurring memory it could serve no purpose
So I drove around in circles, somehow slipped the name since Highland Park

To the Crusty Ballroom to celebrate my newfound lack of interest
Forgot all about the excitement of finding Faith at the club where we just left
She’s got the candy-coated version of my private party
Cold fish is dull from coke
And I can’t think of where the napkin with that number is

I woke up with blankets at my feet
And a hollow headache haunting me
Three empty cans of beer from the last place
Faith would ever take me
I’ve always loved the beach so I
Headed out for a little sunshine
Now I’m feeling fine but for my detailed plans for suicide
And I’ve still got time for one more drive!