Why Georgia

I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon I'm 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 wander 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 rent a room and I fill the spaces with wood and 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 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 it's a price I have to pay still everything happens for a reason is no reason not to ask yourself if you are living it right are you living it right are you living it right why, why Georgia, why?