A woman's bag weighs as if her life were inside
Between a book she never wants to finish
And other tricks to stop time
There's a photo of her from a year ago she put away
Because she didn't like herself
But looking at it now she realizes
That she was beautiful but didn't know it
Knows her hands and only she can reach in
Hidden in a pocket there's that trip
She's wanted to take all her life
Millions of receipts, the useless anesthetic for her pain
And stupid guilt for that desire to please
And if she found in there those days
Of caresses through her hair
She, for just two minutes
Would pay a thousand years
Years spent trying to find again
The things someone managed to lose
The urge to smile, to forgive
The weakness of still being
The way others want her
Hardly ever matches what she's living
She hides her phone, jealous
Of someone who's calling her
The usual obsession with forgetting them again
And in that apparent mess the fear of being alone
That can reveal her secrets in a moment
And maybe, absent-mindedly, in yours her life stayed inside
You who thought there was still
Some space for another love
But in a woman's bag there's no room to forget
And you go where your heart takes you, yeah
A clipping inside the license
You've been there a thousand times but
You've never found anything there
Nothing that helps you understand
The meaning of an evening that can't amaze
The meaning of your remembering and planning
Forgetting to live now
Now that a wind rises and sweeps the clouds
And carries away the winters
The dust, the doubts and the miracles
You've waited a thousand years
Years spent trying to find again
The things someone managed to lose
The urge to smile, to forgive
The weakness of still being
The way others want you
A woman's bag weighs as if my life were inside