8th Grade

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