I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I`m 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 wander sometimes
about the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

am I living it right?
am I living it right?
am I living it righ?
why, why Georgia, why?

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and 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, why?

so what, so I`ve got a smile on me
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 is 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 you`er living it right
am I living it right?
am I living it right?
why, tell me why
why, why Georgia, why?