Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story Of Love) [Live Version]

It was something as simple as making the bed
That kicked off the voice inside her head
She was smoothing the sheets 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 three 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 buzzing
The TV was blaring
And she wanted to call her mother

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

Oh, should I be more care free?
Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend than mom?
And her head was buzzing
And the TV was blaring
And she wanted to call her husband

It was something as simple as picking up the kids
That brought her back to earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
That she had to keep it to herself
She grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken for supper

Oh, but she looked more carefree
And she looked more sexy
And she looked more friend than mom
The table talking was buzzing
And the TV, it was blaring
And they all sat and laughed at each other

It was something as simple as not giving up
And eight crazy hours in the story of love