Hey Irene
Remember that club where you used to sing
Red lamp shades and the booze
Man 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've outgrown
Needed something of your own
I guess every one is entitled to a change
The crowd has grown older too
But some of them they still want a piece of you
They yearn of some golden age
The time that they first heard you from the stage
New Year's day
The snow is so thick but everybody came
For the songs that you sing
The whole clittering chabang
Oh I see it all and I hear them 
Last night I walked there again
The neon city always ageless and unsung
The bars spilled out to the streets
The music loud different faces in the crowd
Hey Irene
Where have you been
Hey Irene
You're a queen
Hey Irene
Where have you been