I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I'm 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 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
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 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, tell me why,
Why, why Georgia, why?
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
I'm 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 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
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 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, tell me why,
Why, why Georgia, why?
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I lived in Georgia in my mid 20s and I really relate to this song. I think it's about getting to an age where you always thought you would be an adult and have things figured out. Instead you have no idea if you're really doing what you should be doing, a "quarter-life crisis." You're stuck in traffic (which is awful on 85 during rush hour) and don't feel like your life is meaningful.
It's really interesting that so many people wonder if this is a love song written to someone named Georgia. In a way I think it is. Living in a place and being unsure if you're doing the right thing is like being in a relationship but you don't know if the person is really the love of your life. The way he makes the place seem like a person really makes the song cool for me.
"don’t believe me
don’t you dare believe me
when I say I’ve got it down"
P.S. GO DAWGS (UGA)
"rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel's alone"
Lyrics like this are truly perfect, when it comes to capturing a moment in existence. It's that feeling of being very incomplete before you venture into your actual life.