Casual Walks

Where is the real stuff and when do you know,

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

And im sure that its hard but I was too slow.

I’ve got a head full the something with nothing to show.

Took a casual walk to let off some steam,

And I found out that maybe were not what we seems.

Why is always land and fear of the sea,

Maybe too late but you could of 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 a, just so we can talk

I’ve got a head full of something but nothing to show

For a pocketful of money and no place to go

My brother walks 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 talked

For he’ll always return from causal walks