Take a little trip with me back to Junior Set the time machine to We'd just found out that momma's gonna have kid in the 8th grade
Remember the when life was not so mysterious Follow me down the hall to the Where the worst thing I mess up Was dipping yesterday's corn dog in week's ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the past always safer? Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we worry about the When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, like the 8th grade
Step out the hall and feel the moment pass the locker, there's the bell, we're 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 and mess with my hair Suzie looks at me and smiles, I'm on air Then I hear my name, I the question, I mumble somethin' The class is laughing, oh I love the 8th
Why does the past always safer? because at least we know we made it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come just the way the ordained it You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe at least we know we made it And why do we about the future? When every day will come just the way the Lord it You can believe it, yeah, just the 8th grade You can believe it, yeah, the 8th grade