I am driving up 85
In the kind of morning
That lasts all afternoon
I´m just stuck inside the gloom
Four 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 stirrin´ 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?