Two young kids, a night in May, a country road and a Chevrolet beneath the summer moon
Almost a woman, almost a man, 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, 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
Oh, but they might
Now 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