[00:00.435]Small town, bright lights
[00:03.236]Saturday night
[00:05.524]Pinballs and pool halls
[00:08.578]Flashing their lights
[00:11.632]Making change behind the counter
[00:15.436]In a penny arcade
[00:18.011]Sat the fat-girl daughter
[00:20.571]Of Virginia and Ray
[00:25.134]Lydia
[00:27.169]Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
[00:32.748]Behind her small eyes, sunk deep in her fat
[00:38.056]She read romance magazines up in her room
[00:44.667]Felt just like Sunday, on Saturday afternoon
[00:51.529]But dreaming, just comes natural
[00:56.349]Like the first breath from a baby
[01:01.927]Like sunshine feeding daisies
[01:07.513]Like the love, hidden deep in your heart
[01:12.828]Bunk beds, shaved heads
[01:18.668]Saturday night
[01:21.462]A warehouse of strangers
[01:23.739]With sixty-watt lights
[01:26.771]Staring through the ceiling
[01:30.089]Just wanting to be
[01:32.634]Lay one of too many
[01:34.655]A young PFC
[01:39.220]Donald
[01:42.009]There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said
[01:47.345]Strangers had forced him to live in his head
[01:53.941]He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
[01:59.296]After midnight in the stillness, of the barracks latrine
[02:04.890]But dreaming just comes natural
[02:10.988]Like the first breath from a baby
[02:16.322]Like sunshine feeding daisies
[02:21.639]Like the love, hidden deep in your heart
[02:30.275]Hot love, cold love
[02:32.820]No love at all
[02:35.616]A portrait of guilt
[02:37.904]Is hung on the wall
[02:42.487]Nothing is wrong
[02:44.774]And nothing is right
[02:47.558]Donald and Lydia, made love that night
[02:52.892]Love
[02:56.189]They made love in the mountains
[02:58.470]They made love in the streams
[03:01.783]They made love in the valleys
[03:04.300]They made love in their dreams
[03:08.138]But when they was finished
[03:10.921]There was nothing to say
[03:13.705]'Cause mostly, they made love from ten miles away
[03:20.574]But dreaming just comes natural
[03:25.624]Like the first breath from a baby
[03:30.954]Like sunshine feeding daisies
[03:36.028]Like the love, hidden deep in your heart