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