I could forgive you, even your cruelty, if it were not for your calm.” ― G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday
“You overrate my capacity of love. I don't possess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.” ― Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd
I said to her, “Even though you knew you were getting a divorce, that it was over, wasnʼt there love left in your heart for him?” She said, “No. None at all.” I said, “ After 25 years of marriage? Two and a half decades of sharing a bed, a home, a life, two children? There was no love in your heart for him at all?” She said, “None. I was done with him. I felt nothing. It was over. That is all.”
Seems as though women have a switch in their hearts, and when it switches off, thereʼs nothing that can be done. What was once warm becomes cold, what was once tender become callous. The switch does not time travel backwards or forwards and cannot be undone. Time has no effect on it. The enormity of the change in temperature is bewildering at first, hard to believe. After initial confusion, amazement bubbles up. Awe. Then the inevitable despair, sorrow and surrender to the new reality. Where once was love: spiders and dust. Where once was connection: ice and chill. This is what happens When a Woman Goes Cold.
This song is a co-write with Gretchen Peters.
Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar - Mary Gauthier Electric Guitar - Guthrie Trapp Upright Bass - Viktor Krauss Drums - Lynn Williams Hammond - Jimmy Wallace
Produced by Mary Gauthier and Patrick Granado ©2014 Mary Gauthier/In the Black Records
LYRICS: WHEN A WOMAN GOES COLD
She didn’t get mad, she didn’t even cry She lit a cigarette and said goodbye I must a’ missed a sign, I missed a turn somewhere I looked in her eyes, I saw a stranger there
It’s the way she’s made it’s a natural fact Once she’s really gone, she can’t come back Ain’t no wedding dress ain’t no band of gold Gonna keep her there, when a woman goes cold
You’re no longer her concern Scorched earth cannot burn It’s out of your control when a woman goes cold She won’t give an inch she won’t be convinced Ain’t no mercy in her soul when a woman goes cold
I wish she’d scream and shout, I wish she’d slam a door I wish she’d curse my name like she’s done before But she looks through me like I’m not there And I’m dying here, and she just don’t care
You’re no longer her concern Scorched earth cannot burn It’s out of your control when a woman goes cold She won’t give an inch she won’t be convinced Ain’t no mercy in her soul when a woman goes cold When a woman goes cold, when a woman goes cold When a woman goes cold when a woman goes cold
©2013 Mary Gauthier/Gretchen Peters