作曲 : Satcher, Scott
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