I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I'm 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 and 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
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 a price I have to pay
Still "everything happens for a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myself if I am
Living it right
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, tell me why, why, why georgia, why
