Shelly Fairchild - Eight Crazy Hours (In the Story of Love) lyrics

It was somethin' as simple As makin' the bed That kicked off the voice Inside her head She was smoothin' 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 Oh, should I be more care free Should I be more s**y Should I be more friend, than mom And the dryer was buzzin' And the T-V 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 s**y 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 s**y 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