I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but I am tempted to keep the car in drive and leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with wood in places to make it feel like home but all I feel's alone It might be a quarter life crisis or just the stirring in my soul
Either way, I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, why Georgia, why?
So what, so I've got a smile on me but it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don't believe me Don't believe me When I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger but that's the danger in going my own way I guess it's the price I have to pay still "Everything happens for a reason" is no reason not to ask myself
If your're living it right Are you living it right? Are you living it right? Why, tell me why Why, why Georgia why?