J. Bonanza

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