Veronica Songtext
von The Hillbilly Thomists

Am I not a convict
A king supposen
Wearing the mask of a jester
Cool like a lawyer
It′s an old condition
Very few wounds
Ain't enough protection
To keep them out of view

Oh the masks I wear
Do they come between you and me

Veronica, Veronica
Bearer of the image true
Truly I want to bear it too
Veronica, someday
Every day I pray
I will see Him face to face


See the man of sorrows
Of the morning commute
Like a king dispossessed
Sleeping on a stony stoop
Some of us just drive by
Some say a prayer
Some show out a dollar
Just to show they care

Oh the masks I wear
Do they come between you and me

Veronica, Veronica
Bearer of the image true
Truly I oughta bear it too
Veronica, someday
Every day I pray
I will see Him face to face

I′m a man in the half light
I'm a man of almost truth
So shine Your face and shine it through

I'm a man in the half light
I′m a man of almost truth
So shine Your face and shine it through

Oh the masks I wear
Do they come between you and me


Veronica, Veronica
Bearer of the image true
Truly I oughta bear it too
Veronica, someday
Every day I pray
I will see Him face to face

Veronica, someday
Every day I pray
I will see Him face to face