It was something as simple as making the bed
That kicked off the voice inside her head
She was smooth in 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 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 carefree?
Should I be more sexy?
Should I be more friend than mom?
And the dryer was buzzing
And the TV was blaring
And she wanted to call
Her mama
It was something as simple
As just 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 five
Oh, should I be more carefree?
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
And she wanted to call her husband

But now I'm under the sun
After I stopped loitering
I think I don't know what it is
Does this worry me?
Just seeing your Brad Pitt eyes
Our faces up here

And I'm dying While I'm in this treasure
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
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 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
And she looked more carefree
In the story of love