Matthew Good Band Casual Walks Lyrics

Casual Walks Lyrics

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...