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
It felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night
A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a young PFC
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 latrine
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding 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
Nothing is wrong, nothing 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 were finished, there was nothing to say
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your heart
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
It felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night
A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a young PFC
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 latrine
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding 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
Nothing is wrong, nothing 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 were finished, there was nothing to say
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away
But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding daisies
Like the love hidden deep in your heart
Credits
Writer(s): John Prine
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Let's Talk Dirty in Hawaiian/Kokomo (Oh Boy Singles)
- Live At The Music Inn 1973
- Strolling Down The Highway (Live At My Father's Place '78)
- Crooked Piece of Time: The Atlantic & Asylum Albums (1971-1980)
- I Remember Everything
- Sweet Songs on Broken Radios (Live)
- The Ways of a Woman in Love - Single
- Unwed Fathers (feat. Margo Price)
- Unwed Fathers (feat. Margo Price) - Single
- My Old Kentucky Home, Goodnight - Single
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