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It’s about fifteen hundred miles to California, They’ll get there Friday if they leave tonight,
She sneaks out at three thirty in the morning, Leaves a note so she won’t see her daddy
cry.
He cuts the engine when he coasts in the driveway, She slides in and gives him one kiss for the
road, No friends and no family, no job out there
waiting, The whole town will call them crazy but they
gotta go.
Cause when you’re young and in love, yeah, You might do some things that don’t seem
all that smart, Cause there ain’t no greater distance
Than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart, yeah.
They can barely make rent on a rundown apartment, She’s waiting tables and he’s a valet,
They’re behind on the bills and the car’s barely running,
But he buys a ring with the tips that he’s saved.
When you’re young and in love, yeah, You might do some things that don’t seem
all that smart, Cause there ain’t no greater distance
Than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart.
Last thing they need is another mouth to feed, but they want one,
They’re just kids themselves but that’s gonna change in nine more months,
She wakes him up at three thirty in the morning, Ready or not their new life’s gonna start,
When you’re young and in love, yeah, You might do some things that don’t seem
all that smart, But thank God for those eighteen inches,
The distance it is from your head to your heart, yeah, yeah, yeah.