Take a little trip with me back to High Set the time to 1975 just found out that momma's gonna have another kid Back in the 8th
Remember the days when life was not so Follow me down the to the cafeteria Where the worst I could mess up Was dipping yesterday's dog in last week's ketchup in the 8th grade
Why does the past seem safer? Maybe at least 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, just the 8th grade
Step out into the hall and the moment pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be for geometry again" back in the 8th grade
I my books, sit down and mess with my hair looks at me and smiles, I'm walkin' on air Then I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble The class is laughing, oh I love the 8th
Why does the always seem safer? Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we about 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 because at 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, even the 8th