Take a little trip me back to Junior High Set the time machine to We'd just found out that momma's have another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the when life was not so mysterious Follow me the hall to the cafeteria the worst thing I could mess up Was dipping corn dog in last week's 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 day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th
Step out into the hall and feel the pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're to class 'Cause Mr. Jackson us,"Don't be late for geometry again" We're in the 8th grade
I my books, sit down 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 mumble The is laughing, oh I love the 8th grade
Why does the past always seem Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we worry the future? When day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why the past always seem safer? Maybe because at 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 You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th