WHY GEORGIA
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.
Coz 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 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, why Georgia, why?
So what, so I’ve got a smile on,
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 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, why Georgia, why?
2007-07-01 02:50:31
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answer #2
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answered by LAINA LOU 4
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