Steve Goodman - Donald and Lydia lyrics
[Steve Goodman - Donald and Lydia lyrics]
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 PFC
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
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 PFC
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