just keep me where the light is.

i am driving up 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, 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
well 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'm living it right
am i living it right?
am i living it right?
why, tell me why
why, why georgia why?



john mayer matches my moods.