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 n thought  There's are three people here in this house that don't need me   anymore  And she cried like a baby, in a pile of dirty clothes  Oh She might be more carefree  She might be more sexy  She might be more friendly more  And the dryer was buzzin  And the tv was blarin'  And she wanted to call her mama    It was something just as simple as just checking in  To that cheap motel out on highway 10  Was it the sting of just leavin'?  Or using her middle name  That took the fun out of runnin' away  And she cried like a baby in the tub of room 5  Oh She might be more carefree  She might be more sexy  She might be more friend than non  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 brought her back to her roof again   She'd been to the backside of the moon  And she had to keep it to herself  She grabbed a bucket of chicken for supper  Oh but she looked more carefree  And she looked more sexy  And she looked more friend than non  The table talk it was buzzin'  And the tv it was blarin'  And they all sat n laughed at each other  It was something as simple as not givin' up  Eight crazy hours in the story of love    these lyrics are submitted by RockrChic69Karen