A woman's bag is so heavy you'd think it held her life inside
With a book she never wants to finish and other tricks to stop time
A year old photo she put away because she didn't like it
But looking at it now she realizes it was beautiful, but she didn't understand that
A woman's bag recognizes her hands, and only she can get inside
Hidden away in a pocket is that trip that she's wanted to take her whole life
A million receipts, pain killers for her pain
And her stupid feelings of guilt from her desire to please
And if she were to find those days
Of caresses in her hair
She would, for just two minutes
Pay a thousand years
Years spent finding
The things that someone has managed to lose
The desire to smile, to forgive
The weakness of still being
How others want her to be
A woman's bag is almost never in sync with what she's going through
It hides her cell phone that she's jealous of because someone is calling it
Next other, the usual obsession with forgetting them again
And in that apparent disorder, the fear of staying alone
A maybe in your life hers has remained
You who thought that maybe there might be some space left for another love
Whereas in a woman's bag there's no room to forget, to forget
Go where your heart takes you, yes
A cut out in your license
You've been there a thousand times
But have never found anything
Anything that might help you to understand
The sense of a night that doesn't know how to wonder
The sense of your remembering, projecting
Forgetting to live now
Now that a wind is coming that sweeps away the clouds
And carries away the winters
The dust, doubts, and miracles
Wait a thousand years
Years spent to find
The things that someone has managed to lose
The desire to smile, to forgive
The weakness of still being
How others want you to be
A woman's bag is so heavy you'd think it held my life inside