why georgia

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, 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, 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 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, tell me why, why, why georgia, why?