Irene - The Clarks

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