C F C
Small town, bright lights, Saturday night,
D G
Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights.
C F C
Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade
G C
Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray
C F C
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
D G
Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat.
C F C
She read romance magazines up in her room
G C
And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon.
Chorus:
F C
But dreaming just comes natural
G C
Like the first breath from a baby,
F C
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
G C
Like the love hidden deep in your heart.
C F C
Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night,
D G
a warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights.
C F C
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
G C
Lay one of too many, a young PFC.
C F C
There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said.
D G
Strangers had forced him to live in his head.
C F C
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
G C
After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine.
(Repeat Chorus)
C F C
Hot love, cold love, no love at all.
D G
A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall.
C F C
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.
G C
Donald and Lydia made love that night.
C F C
They made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams,
D G
They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams.
C F C
But when they were finished there was nothing to say,
G C
Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away.
(Repeat Chorus)
