Small town bright lights Saturday night,
Pin balls and pool halls flashing their lights
Making change behind a counter in a penny arcade,
Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray (spoken) 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
(Chorus)
But dreaming just comes natural like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies, Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Bunkbeds shaved heads Saturday night
A ware house of strangers with sixty watt lights
Staring though the ceiling just wanting to be, lay a one of to many a young PFC (spoken) Donald
There were spaces between Donald and what ever 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 barrack's latrine
(repeat chorus)
Hot love, cold love, no love at all, a portrait of guilt is hung on the wall
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right, Donald and Lydia made love that night (spoken) 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
But when they were fininshed , there was nothing to say
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
(repeat chorus)