Take a little with me back to Junior High Set the machine to 1975 We'd just found out that momma's gonna another kid in the 8th grade
Remember the when life was not so mysterious Follow me down the to the cafeteria Where the worst thing I mess up Was yesterday's corn dog in last week's ketchup Back in the 8th
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 just the way the ordained it You can it, yeah, just like the 8th grade
Step out into the hall and feel the pass Slam the locker, there's the bell, runnin' to class 'Cause Mr. told us,"Don't be late for geometry again" back in the 8th grade
I drop my books, sit down and mess with my looks 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 safer? Maybe because at we know we made it And why do we about the future? When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th
Why does the past seem safer? Maybe because at least we know we it And why do we worry the future? When every day will come the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th You can believe it, yeah, even the 8th