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