It was somethin' as simple
As makin' the bed
That kicked off the voice

Inside her head
She was smoothin' the sheet
With the plam 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

Oh, should I be more care free

Should I be more sexy
Should I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was buzzin'

And the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call, her mother


It was somethin' as simple
As checkin' in to that cheap motel
Out on Highway 10

Was it the sting of leavin'
Or usin' her maiden name
That took all of the fun

Out of runnin' away

And she cried like a baby

In the tub of room 5

Oh, should I be more care free

Should I be more sexy
Should I be more friend, than mom
And her head was buzzin'

And the TV was blarin'
And she wanted to call, her husband


It was somethin' as simple
As pickin' 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

Oh, but she looked more care free

And she looked more sexy
And she looked more friend, than mom
And the table talk was buzzin'

And the TV, it was blarin'
And they all sat and laughed at each other


It was somethin' as simple
As not givin' up
And eight crazy hours

In the story of love