Why Georgia - John Mayer

I am driving up 85 in the

Kindof 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 income

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 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 Georgia, why?