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