Why Georgia

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 this shit behind Cuz 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 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 it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head Don't believe me Don't you dare 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 that 's the price I have to pay Still,