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
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
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
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 the 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?