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