In return

My friend Kate has taken to posting lyrics on her blog as of late. I've been thinking about her lately. Why? Oh because, she's Kate. And as this is one of my favorite songs and she's been weighing on my mind, I thought I'd share and follow suit.

I am driving up 85
in the kind of morning
that lasts all afternoonim
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
Cuz 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
just a stirrin in my soul
either way
I wonder sometime
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 you dare believe me
when I say I've got it down
everybody's 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
( it's suppose to be ourself)

If I'm living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
why tell me why---why, why Georgia why?