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, 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 feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirrin' 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
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 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, why?
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