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