Irene - Ben Watt

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

And I still remember your voice

I see the band playing

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

The time of day

I first heard you from the stage

New Years Day

The snow is 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 out to the street

The music loud

Different faces in the crowd

Hey Irene

Where have you been?

Hey Irene

Oh, you’re a queen

Hey Irene

Oh, where have you been?