I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning


That lasts all afternoon, I'm 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 verdict less 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 sometimes about the outcome of a still verdict less 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 it's 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, 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?


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