Take a little trip with me back to Junior Set the time machine to We'd just found out that momma's gonna another kid Back in the 8th
Remember the days when life was not so Follow me down the to the cafeteria Where the worst thing I could up Was yesterday's corn dog in last week's ketchup in 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, like the 8th grade
Step out into the hall and feel the moment Slam the locker, there's the bell, we're runnin' to 'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be for geometry again" back in the 8th grade
I drop my books, sit down and mess my hair looks 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 the past always 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 believe it, yeah, even the 8th
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe because at least we we made it And why do we worry the future? When day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just the 8th grade You can it, yeah, even the 8th grade