I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
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 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 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
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 georgia, why?