8 acessos
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, 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 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
But its 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, yeah
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