Why Georgia - Live at the Nokia Theatre, Los Angeles, CA - December 2007

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 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 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
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 a 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