Casual Walks (исполнитель: Matthew Good)
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 it's hard But always too slow I got a head full of something and nothing to show I took a casual walk to let off some steam And I found out that maybe we're not what we seem Why was it always the land and fear of the sea And 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 [bad word] 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 I couldn't find my way home He might [bad word] back By the way that he talks Whereas he always returned From casual walks