Take a trip with me back to Junior High Set the time machine to We'd just found out that momma's have another kid Back in the 8th
Remember the days when life was not so Follow me down the hall to the Where the worst thing I could up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in last week's 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 When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th
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 late for again" back 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 hear my name, I missed the question, I somethin' The class is laughing, oh I the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we about the future? When every day will come just the way the Lord it You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe because at least we we made it And why do we about the future? When every day come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just the 8th grade You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade