He lifted her face from the pillow and said, "Baby is life" And he pushed his suitcase out through the door And give'm something to about The door slammed, left a She'd be she could see her in his car So much for marriage and the good, good Well, maybe it's a of life
But IN veRonicA'S the wheels were burning out of frustration Veronica's bed every private Thing she said to the
She her hair black in the bathroom mirror He'd liked it on his wife An act of independence, a victory Hey, it was something to shout at night, she'd crack She'd his strong fingers raking down her back She'd wake up angry, but turned on like a
maybe it's a fact of life
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the wheels burning Turning out of Veronica said, she would be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S HEAD, the fields were down the destruction She around, he's there Confusing her with his And on the telephone She twists and she turns in With all of her strength, she free She stumbles and she falls
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the wheels burning Turning out of Veronica said she would be the same, no But IN HEAD the fields were burning down the destruction Veronica's bed, she lies listening Late at to her heartbeat. Oooh.
The wheels turning
And IN veRonicA'S HEAD the are burning The are turning The fields are