Take a little trip me back to Junior High Set the machine to 1975 We'd found out that momma's gonna have another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the days life was not so mysterious Follow me down the 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 the past always seem safer? Maybe because at least we 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
Step out into the hall and feel the pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, 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 my hair Suzie looks at me and smiles, I'm on air Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I somethin' The class is laughing, oh I love the 8th
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 does the past always seem Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we about the future? When day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, like the 8th grade You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade