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 the 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
And you can call it youth and blame it on the night...
[ harmonica ] Time goes on and in a while it's a rented room and a month old child And they're down to just gettin' 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
And you can call it youth and blame it on the night... I call it love.