Reba MCentire – Eight Crazy Hours / In The Story Of Love

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 Read more