Monday, March 22, 2004

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

Rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and 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 you dare 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 yourself if you are
living it right

Are you living it right
Are you living it right
Why, why Georgia, why


why georgia
john mayer

Mina at 8:49 AM

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