Veronica

Written by：Grant Fitch/Mark Hennessy

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours

What goes on in that place in the dark

Well I used to know a girl and I could have sworn

That her name was Veronica

Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own

And a delicate look in her eye

These days I'm afraid she's not even sure

If her name is Veronica

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes

Veronica has gone to hide

And all the time she laughs at those who shout

Her name and steal her clothes

Veronica

Veronica

Did the days drag by did the favors wane

Did he roam down the town all the while

Will you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door

Reaching out for Veronica

Well it was all of sixty-five years ago

When the world was the street where she lived

And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea

With a picture of Veronica

On the Empress of India

And as she closed her eyes upon the world

And picked upon the bones of last week's news

She spoke his name out loud again

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes

Veronica has gone to hide

And all the time she laughs at those who shout

Her name and steal her clothes

Veronica

Veronica

Veronica sits in her favorite chair

And she sits very quiet and still

And they call her a name that they never get right

And if they don't then nobody else will

But she used to have a carefree mind of her own

With devilish look in her eye

Saying you can call me anything you like

But my name is Veronica

Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes

Veronica has gone to hide

And all the time she laughs at those who shout

Her name and steal her clothes

Veronica

Veronica

Oh Veronica