Take a trip with me back to Junior High Set the time machine to just found out that momma's gonna have another kid Back in the 8th
Remember the when life was not so mysterious Follow me down the to the cafeteria Where the worst thing I mess up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in last week's in the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we about the future? When every day will just the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, just like the 8th grade
Step out into the hall and the moment pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're runnin' to 'Cause Mr. Jackson us,"Don't be late for geometry again" We're in the 8th grade
I drop my books, sit and mess with my hair looks at me and smiles, I'm walkin' on air Then I my name, I missed the question, I mumble somethin' The class is laughing, oh I the 8th grade
Why does the past always safer? Maybe because at least we we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we about the future? When every day will come just the way the Lord it You can it, yeah, just like the 8th grade You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade