I am driving up 85 In the kind of 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 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 Just a 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 its hiding The quiet superstitions In my head Don't believe me, Don't believe me When I say I've got it down Everybody's just a stranger But that's the danger In going my own way I guess it's a price I have to pay, yeah Still everything happens For a reason Is no reason Not to ask myself If I'm living it right? Am I living it right? Am I living it right? Why tell me why Why, why Georgia why