Take a little trip with me back to Junior Set the time to 1975 We'd just found out that momma's gonna 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 mess up Was dipping corn dog in last week's ketchup Back in the 8th
Why the past always seem safer? because at least we know we made it And why do we about the future? 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, runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. Jackson us,"Don't be late for geometry again" back in the 8th grade
I drop my books, sit down and mess with my Suzie looks at me and smiles, I'm on air Then I my name, I missed the question, I mumble somethin' The class is laughing, oh I love the 8th
Why does the past always safer? Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we about 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? because at least 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 it, yeah, just like the 8th grade You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade