It was something as simple as making the bedThat kicked off the voice inside her headShe was smooth in the sheet with the palm of her handWhen the thought struck home, I don't know who I amAnd she sat cross-legged on the bedroom floorAnd thought there's three people in this houseThat don't need me anymoreAnd she cried like a baby in a pile of dirty clothesOh, should I be more carefree?Should I be more sexy?Should I be more friend than mom?And the dryer was buzzingAnd the TV was blaringAnd she wanted to callHer mamaIt was something as simpleAs just checking inTo that cheap motelOut on Highway 10Was it the sting of leavingOr using her maiden nameThat took all of the funOut of running away?And she cried like a babyIn the tub of room fiveOh, should I be more carefree?Should I be more sexy?Should I be more friend than mom?And her head was buzzingAnd the TV was blaringAnd she wanted to call her husbandAnd she wanted to call her husbandBut now I'm under the sunAfter I stopped loiteringI think I don't know what it isDoes this worry me?Just seeing your Brad Pitt eyesOur faces up hereAnd I'm dying While I'm in this treasureIt was something as simpleAs picking up the kidsThat brought her back to earth againShe'd been to the dark side of the moonAnd she had to keep it to herselfShe grabbed a bucket of chicken for supperOh, but she looked more carefreeAnd she looked more sexyAnd she looked more friend than momThe table talking was buzzingAnd the TV, it was blaringAnd they all sat and laughed at each otherIt was something as simple as not giving upAnd eight crazy hoursAnd she looked more carefreeIn the story of love