Why Georgia - Gerald Albright

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

Because 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?

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

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

Am I living it right?

Am I living it right?

Am I living it right?

Why?

Tell me why?

Why?

Why Georgia, why?