Letra y Significado de CASUAL WALKS, Matthew Good Band

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...


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