Donald And Lydia

Small town, bright lights, Saturday night -

Pinballs and pool halls 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.



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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 'neath 60-watt lights.

Starin' through the ceiling, just wanting to be,

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



Donald!



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.



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Hot love, cold love, no love at all

A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall

Nothin' is wrong, 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.

But when they was finished,

There was nothin' to say -

Cause mostly they made love

Ten miles away.



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