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
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
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
Still everything happens for a reason
Is no reason not to ask myself if I am
living it right
Why, tell me why
Why, why Georgia, why