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 the price I have to pay back

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?