Two young kids, a night in May
A country road and a Chevrolet
Beneath the summer moon
Almost a woman, almost a ma
Things like this get out of hand
Seventeen and that's too soon
You can call it youth and blame it on the night
You can call it life and say that it's not right
You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
Call it what you want, I call it love
Blood runs high and wrong or right
They lose their heads and run off one night
And what's done can't be undone
Thinking life's an easy thing
A borrowed dress and a wedding ring
Eighteen and that's too young
You can call it youth and blame it on the night
You can call it life and say that it's not right
You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
Call it what you want, I call it love
Time goes on and in a while
It's a rented room and a month-old child
And they're down to just getting by
It's hard to last when life's that way
People shake their heads and say
They won't make it, ah, but they might
You can call it youth and blame it on the night
You can call it life and say that it's not right
You can call it foolish, blame it on the stars above
Call it what you want, I call it love, I call it love
