Irene

Hey, Irene Remember that club where you used to sing? Red lampshades in the booths Men whispering untruths Well, they tore it down in the spring I still remember your voice I see the band playing up there on the stand And all the smoke in 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 The time that they first heard you from the stage New Year's 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 bars spilled onto the street The music loud, different faces in the crowd Hey, Irene Where have we been? Hey, Irene You were a queen Hey, Irene Where have we been?