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 verdict less 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, just a stirrin' 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, 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's just a stranger but that's the danger in going my own way   I guess it's a price I have to pay, still everything happens for a reason   Is no reason not to ask myself if I'm living it right      Am I living it right, am I living it right?   Why tell me, why   Why, why Georgia, why?