She told him not to ride his motorbike so fast,
She told him life is not one of those things you think is going to last,
He crashed in to a rock cut north of guelph,
Fifteen years later he still can't feed himself.

She gets three hours every saturday night,
So she goes out to the bar for a drink and smile,
They ask her about it, she says, "i'm alright",
"this is the life i've been given".

And they hear the heart of a woman.
It's the heart of a woman.

Gabrielle takes the girls to her mom's every weekend,
Her husband works hard every day to keep things good,
But he starts drinking on friday and stops on monday morning,
She swore up and down that this last round in her final warning.

By wednesday he swears he'll never touch it again,
And she says, "it's been 3 years so tell me when",
"i love you baby but this is the end",
"this is not the life our girls should be given".

And he hears the heart of a woman.
It's the heart of a woman.
It's calling out.
It's calling out.

Sarah comes home from every night tired,
She cooks up a frozen dinner and puts the dog outside,
She wonders how long she'll be living alone in the city,
She's never been one to be swallowed by fear and self-pity.

She sits at the table, writes in her journal,
Reminds herself what she's working for,
She knows it's crazy she still dreams like a child,
But this is the life she is choosing.

She has the heart of a woman,
It's the heart of a woman,
It's calling out.
It's calling out.
It's calling out.
It's calling out.