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