I Am Driving Up 85 In The
Kindof 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 Income
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?