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
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