He lifted her from the pillow and said, "Baby such is life" And then he pushed his suitcase out through the And give'm something to talk The door slammed, a scar She'd be she could see her in his car So much for and the good, good wife Well, maybe it's a of life
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the wheels were Turning out of Veronica's bed mocked every Thing she to the bastard
She dyed her hair black in the bathroom He'd it blonde on his wife An act of independence, a small Hey, it was something to shout Cause at night, crack She'd feel his strong fingers raking down her She'd wake up angry, but on like a light
Yeah maybe a fact of life
But IN veRonicA'S the wheels were burning out of frustration Veronica said, she would be the same, no But IN HEAD, the fields were burning down the destruction She turns around, he's Confusing her with his And on the telephone She twists and she turns in With all of her strength, she breaks She and she nearly falls
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the were burning Turning out of Veronica said she never be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S the fields were burning Burning the destruction Veronica's bed, she there listening at night to her heartbeat. Oooh.
The were turning
And IN HEAD the fields are burning The wheels are The fields are