Where Was I...

Why Georgia by John Mayer

I am driving on 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 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 is alone
Might be a quarter life crisis
Or just a 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
Don’t believe me when I say I’ve got it all down

Everybody is just a stranger but that’s the danger in going my own way
Guess that’s the price I have to pay
Still everything happens for a reason
It’s 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?