Irene

She came from this place
Such a pretty face
And she danced to the radio
She could sing a song
The boys came along
She didn’t know how to just say no
There’s gonna be a tall, dark man to wed
There’s gonna be a cold, hard truth instead
She’s waving goodbye to seventeen
From a long, white limousine
Some dreams are in the air some are seen
Irene
Well she owned this town
But couldn’t settle down
They played her songs on the radio
But she partied late
And she made them wait
It’s all there on the video
There’s gonna be a long bus ride ahead
There’s gonna be some cold hotel in bed
She’s waving goodbye to twenty-three
From deep inside the machine
Some hands are in the dirt some are clean
Irene
Well she fell so hard
And her kids looked on
She passed on to the other side
It went downhill fast
You know nothing lasts
I heard her song on a late night drive
Shoulda been some bright, blue skies ahead
There’s gonna be some cold, hard ground instead
She’s waving goodbye to thirty-three
From a long, black limousine
Life’s just as kind to you as it is mean
Irene
Irene