I am driving up 85
in the kind of morning
that lasts all afternoon
im 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
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
just a stirrin in my soul
either way
i wonder sometime 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
but its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
dont believe me
dont believe me
when i say ive 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 am living it right <<----
Am I living it right <<----
Am I living it right <<----
why tell me why---
why why georgia why