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, an d that's too soon
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
blood runs high and wrong or right they lose
their heads run off one night and what's done
can't be undone
Thinkin' life's an easy thing,
a borrowed dress and a wedding ring
Eighteen, and that's too young
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.
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
But you can call it foolish
Blame it on the stars above
Call it what you want
I call it love
I call it love