Casual Walks (Words & Music by 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 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 I couldn't find my way home   He might never come back   By the way that he talks   Whereas he always returned   From casual walks