Chris Rice - 8th Grade Lyrics
Take a little trip with me back to junior highSet the time machine to 1975We just found out that momma's gonna have another kidback in the 8th graderemember the days when life was not so mysteriousfollow me down the hall to the cafeteriawhere the worst thing i could mess upwas dipping yesterday's corn dog in last week's ketchupback in the 8th grade*chorus*Why does the past always seem safer?Maybe because at least we know me made itAnd why do we worry about the future?When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained itYou can believe it, yeah, just like the 8th gradeStep out into the hall and feel the moment passSlam the locker, there's the bell, we're running to class'Cause Mr. Jackson told us,"Don't be late to geometry again"We're back in the 8th gradeI drop my books, sit down and mess with my hairSuzie looks at me and smiles, I'm walking on airThen I hear my name, I missed the question, I mumble somethingThe class is laughing, oh i love the 8th grade*chorus***music***chorus*
