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