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