Matthew Good - Casual Walks lyrics

Where is the real stuff and when do you know I got a pocket full of money and no place to go And I'm sure that its hard, but I was 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 out that maybe were not what we seem Why was it always the land and fear of the sea It maybe 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, if that were the case I could never come back if my footsteps erased And the houses are all sleeping all down your block And I'll probably give up just so we can talk I've 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 I couldn't find my way home He might never come back from the way that he talks Whereas he always returned from causal walks