There and Back Again

I am driving up 85
In the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
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 verdict-less life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

I rent a room and 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 verdict-less 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