Donald and Lydia

Small town, bright lights, Saturday night -

Pinballs and pool halls are flashing their lights

Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade

Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray

Lydia!

Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat -

Behind her small eyes, sunk deep in her fat

She read romance magazines up in her room

And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon

But dreamin' just comes natural

Like the first breath from a baby

Like sunshine feedin' daisies

Like the love hidden deep in your heart

Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night -

A warehouse of strangers in 60-watt lights

Starin' through the ceiling, just wanting to be

Lay one of too many, a young P.F.C

Donald!

And there were spaces between Donald...

And whatever he said

Strangers had forced him

To live in his head

He envisioned the details of romantic scenes

After midnight in the stillness of the barracks' latrines

But dreamin' just comes natural

Like the first breath from a baby

Like sunshine feedin' daisies

Like the love hidden deep in your heart

Hot love, cold love, no love at all

A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall

Nothin' is wrong and nothin' is right

Donald and Lydia

Made love that night

Love!

They made love in the mountains

They made love in the streams

They made love in the valleys

They made love in their dreams

And when they were finished

There was nothin' to say -

Because mostly they made love from

Ten miles away

But dreamin' just comes natural

Like the first breath from a baby

Like sunshine feedin' daisies

Like the love hidden deep in your heart