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...