He lifted her face from the pillow and said, "Baby is life" And then he pushed his suitcase out the door And give'm something to talk The slammed, left a scar 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 HEAD the were burning out of frustration Veronica's bed mocked private Thing she said to the
She her hair black in the bathroom mirror He'd liked it blonde on his An act of independence, a victory Hey, it was to shout about Cause at night, she'd She'd feel his strong fingers raking her back She'd wake up angry, but turned on a light
Yeah it's a fact of life
But IN veRonicA'S the wheels were burning out of frustration Veronica said, she never be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S HEAD, the fields were down the destruction She turns around, he's her with his promises And on the telephone She twists and she in circles With all of her strength, she free She and she nearly falls
But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the wheels were out of frustration Veronica said she would be the same, no But IN veRonicA'S HEAD the fields burning down the destruction Veronica's bed, she lies listening at night to her heartbeat. Oooh.
The wheels turning
And IN HEAD the fields are burning The wheels are The fields are