Mona Three

Sometimes with this place, you just don't know, if you’re going to make it, the same with those, who forget to show, don't understand where they go, just when you pray, give me a blow, another one turns up late, how they break your bones, when they know, you can’t get out alone, really need a mate, sunlit hills come with stones, I'll have to wait, this café trade is slow, red wine’s not to waste, a crowded bar would atone, it’s a happy day, listening to a jazz solo, a cigarette to taste, an atmosphere of home