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?





[Thanks to Lulu_00_@hotmail.com for these lyrics]