Why Georgia?
I am driving up 85 in theKind of morning that lasts all afternoonJust stuck inside the gloom4 more exits to my apartment butI am tempted to keep the car in driveAnd leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimesAbout the outcomeOf 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 withWood in places to make it feel like homeBut all I feel's aloneIt might be a quarter life crisisOr just the stirring in my soul
Either way I wonder sometimesAbout the outcomeOf 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 onBut it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my headDon't believe meDon't believe meWhen I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger butThat's the danger in going my own wayI guess it's the price I have to payStill "everything happens for a reason"Is no reason not to ask myself
If I'm living it rightAm I living it right?Am I living it right?Why, tell me why, why, why Georgia, why?