Two young kids, a night in May, a country road and a Chevrolet beneath the summer moonAlmost a woman, almost a man, things like this get out of handSeventeen, and that's too soonYou can call it youth and blame it on the nightYou can call it life and say that it's not rightYou can call it foolish, blame it on the stars aboveCall it what you want, I call it loveBlood runs high and wrong or right, they lose their heads, run off one nightAnd what's done can't be undoneThinking life's an easy thing, a borrowed dress and a wedding ringEighteen, and that's too youngYou can call it youth and blame it on the nightYou can call it life and say that it's not rightYou can call it foolish, blame it on the stars aboveCall it what you want, I call it loveTime goes on and in a while, it's a rented room and a month old childAnd they're down to just getting byIt's hard to last when life's that way, people shake their heads and say they won't make itOh, but they mightNow you can call it youth and blame it on the nightYou can call it life and say that it's not rightYou can call it foolish, blame it on the stars aboveCall it what you want, I call it loveI call it love