Why Georgia

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 Wooden places to Make it feel like home But all I feel's alone It might be a quarter life crisis Or just a 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'm living it right Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why, tell me why Why, why Georgia why?