Why Georgia

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 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 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 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


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 Georgia, why?