DESCRIPTION:
I was walking through a wild borderline town
two flags on the jailhouse roof
and frost on the ground
the hotel band were singing
there were jewels in your hair
and then the smoke blew in
and made the little room an everywhere
the television man got loaded
and cried into his drink
the wallflower women they all blushed pink
and nobody there even had to think
about how far they'd got to go
to reality row

PJ walked in he'd just been stoned all day
he had some big ideas but he threw them all away
outside the crowd was restless there was no leader in sight
the funeral had been cancelled so they'd all turned up for the fight
I walked straight into the bar room and ran right into you
we hadn't met before but I always knew we were going to
you said it doesn't half show you've been too long
on reality row

The candles burned lower as the dancers looked for number 9
the streets were deserted when the drunken priest he died
and you tell me all about your marital complications
well you can save them up for your 19th century charity reservations
wrap me up in your long coat and scarves
let me take you away from this place
surrender to the stars
you said I'll have to say no
to reality row

A newsflash on the big screen
the four riders yelled IMPROVE
I thought I heard the thunder coming
but nobody moved
the whiskey flowed like water
as the ground gave way
everybody was placing bets
too busy to even pray
you shrugged your shoulders said let's go
to reality row

I was walking, well,
we were walking away
from that borderline lagoon
back to the city
and some old rented room
you asked me
who am I and
where am I and
when will we explode?
you said that's something
well I said you should know"
about the row