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 lifeAm 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 soulEither way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless lifeAm 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 believe me
When I say I've got it downEverybody 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 IAm living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, tell me why,
Why, why Georgia, why?
Songwriters
JOHN CLAYTON MAYERPublished by
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