Take a little trip with me to Junior High Set the machine to 1975 We'd just found out that momma's gonna have kid Back in the 8th
the days when life was not so mysterious Follow me the hall to the cafeteria the worst thing I could mess up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in week's ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the past always safer? Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we worry 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, the bell, we're runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. Jackson us,"Don't be late for geometry again" We're 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 hear my name, I the question, I mumble 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 worry about the When every day come just the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we worry about the When every day will just the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, just like the 8th grade You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th