Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story Of Love)

[Verse 1]
It was something as simple
As making the bed
That kicked off the voice
Inside her head
She was smoothing the sheet
With the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home
I don't know who I am

And she sat cross-legged
On the bedroom floor
And thought
There's 3 people in this house
That don't need me anymore
And she cried like a baby
In a pile of dirty clothes

[Chorus]
Oh, should I be more care free
Should I be more sexy
Should I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was buzzing
And the TV was blaring
And she wanted to call her mother

[Verse 2]
It was something as simple
As checking in to that cheap motel
Out on Highway 10
Was it the sting of leaving
Or using her maiden name
That took all of the fun
Out of running away
And she cried like a baby
In the tub of room 5

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It was something as simple
As picking up the kids
That her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
She had to keep it to herself
So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
For supper

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It was something as simple
As not giving up
And eight crazy hours
In the story of love