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? 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 why, Georgia? So what, so l'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 l'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 tell me why Why why, Georgia?