Irene

Hey Irene

Remember that club where you used to sing?

The red lamp shades in the booths

Men whisperin' untruths

Well, they tore it down in the spring

And I still remember your voice

I see the band playin' up there on the stand

And all the smoke and the light

The music loud and the faces in the crowd

Was it a dream?

I heard that you moved out of range

Was it something you'd outgrown?

Needed something of your own

I guess, well, everyone's entitled to a change

The crowd has grown older too

But some of them, they still want a piece of you

They yearn for some golden age, yeah

The time that they first heard you from the stage

New Years day, the snow was so thick

But everybody came

For the songs that you sang

The whole glittering shebang

Oh, I see it all when I hear your name

Last night I walked there again

The neon city always ageless and unsung

The bar spilled onto the street

The music loud, different faces in the crowd

Hey Irene

Where have we been?

Hey Irene

Oh, you were a queen

Hey Irene

Oh, where have we been?