Casual Walks

Where is the real stuff and when do we know?

I got a pocket full of money and no place to go

And I'm sure that it's hard, but always too slow

I got a head full of something and nothing to show

Took a casual walk to let off some steam

And I found that maybe we're not what we seem

Why was it always the land and fear of the sea

It may be too late but you could've just asked me

I always find myself stranded with cuts on my face

In some strange part of town where I don't know my place

But I've never left normal

And if that were the case

I could never come back

If my footsteps erased

And the houses are sleeping all down your block

And I'll probably give up just so we can talk

I got a head full of something and nothing to show

For a pocket full of money and no place to go

My brother he's walked from New Zealand to Rome

I crawled to the city and couldn't find my way home

He might never come back by the way taht he talks

As where you always return from casual walks...