I am driving up 85 in the Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon I'm just stuck inside the gloom
4 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 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, why georgia, why
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