"IN veRonicA'S HEAD" by Rick Springfield

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 her 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 were turning

And IN veRonicA'S HEAD the fields are burning
The wheels are turning
The fields are burning