Take a trip with me back to Junior High Set the time to 1975 We'd just out that momma's gonna have another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the when life was not so mysterious Follow me down the hall to the the worst thing I could mess up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in week's ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe because at least we we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come 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, there's the bell, runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be for geometry again" We're back in the 8th
I my books, sit down and mess with my hair Suzie at me and smiles, I'm walkin' 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 least we we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we about the future? every day will 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