I am driving up 85 in the

Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon

Im 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 feels 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 Ive got a smile on

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 thats the danger in going my own way

I guess its a price I have to pay

Still everything happens for a reason

Is no reason not to ask myself

If Im living it right

Am I living it right

Am I living it right

Why, why georgia, why