Take a little trip with me back to Junior Set the time to 1975 We'd just out that momma's gonna have another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the days when was not so mysterious Follow me the hall to the cafeteria Where the worst thing I could up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in last ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we worry about the When every day will come just the way the ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th
Step out the hall and feel the moment pass Slam the locker, the bell, we're runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. told us,"Don't be late for geometry again" back in the 8th grade
I drop my books, sit down and mess my hair looks at me and smiles, I'm walkin' on air Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble The class is laughing, oh I the 8th grade
Why does the past always safer? Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come just the way the ordained it You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade
Why the past always seem safer? Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we worry about the When every day come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th