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