Jonathan Bonanza leaves his comments without a trace
I beg, steal or borrow as the villains look away
Your words they comfort me
Through the valley of love
You've waltzed around loneliness
I'm glad you've found your purpose
Fake moustache in the back of the room
You hurry home, as the deadline often comes too soon
The day after a gig
As reality kicks in
He visits all the bars in the city
Don't forget Café Molly
Making sounds that aren't pretty
He visits all the bars in the city
Don't forget Café Molly
Cheap tricks up your sleeve
You've waltzed around loneliness
I'm glad you've found your purpose
Fake moustache in the back of the room
You hurry home, as the deadline often comes too soon