Eight Crazy Hours (in The Story Of Love) Lyrics - Shelly Fairchild

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 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