I am driving up eighty five 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
Why, why Georgia, why?
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
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 the price I have to pay
Still ?everything happens for a reason? is no
A7sus
Living it right
Why, tell me why?
Why, why Georgia, why?