Why Georgia?

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, 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 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

But its hiding

the quiet superstitions

in my head

Don't believe me,

don't believe me

When I say I've got it down

Everybody's just a stranger

But that's the danger

in going my own way

I guess it's a price

I have to pay, yeah

Still everything happens

for a reason

Is no reason

not to ask myself

If I'm living it right?

Am I living it right?

Am I living it right?

Why tell me why

Why, why Georgia why