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