Take a trip with me back to Junior High Set the machine to 1975 just found out that momma's gonna have another kid Back in the 8th
Remember the days when life was not so me down the hall to the cafeteria Where the thing I could mess up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in week's ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the past seem safer? Maybe because at 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 it, yeah, just like the 8th grade
out into 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" We're in the 8th grade
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? because 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 it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why does the past always safer? Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we worry about the When day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade