Take a trip with me back to Junior High Set the machine to 1975 We'd just found out that momma's have another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the days when was not so mysterious me down the hall to the cafeteria Where the worst thing I mess up Was dipping corn dog in last week's ketchup Back in the 8th
Why does the past always seem Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come just the way the Lord it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th
out into the hall and feel the moment pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're runnin' to 'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be late for again" We're back in the 8th
I drop my books, sit down and with my hair Suzie at me and smiles, I'm walkin' on air Then I my name, I missed 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 know we it And why do we worry about the When day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade
Why does the past 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 You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade