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 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
rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel is 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
Why Georgia By John Mayer