I am (D)driv ing up Eight y (D)five in the kind of (D)morn ing that lasts all (D)af ter noon.

I’m just stuck in side the gloom.

Four more (D)ex its to my a (D)part ment, but I am (D)tempt ed to keep the (D)car in drive,

I’m and leave it all be hind.

Be cause I

won der some times

a bout the out come

of a still

ver dict less life.

Am I (D)liv ing it right?

Am I (D)liv ing it right?

Am I (D)liv ing it right?

Why,

why,

Geor gia, why?

I rent a (D)room and I fill the (D)spac es with wood in (D)plac es to make it (Gmaj7)feel like home.

But all I feel’s a lone.

It might be a (Gmaj7)quar ter life cri sis,

or just the stir ring in my soul.

(D)Ei ther way, I

So what, so I’ve got a smile on,

but it’s hid ing the qui et su per sti tions in my head.

Don’t be (C)lieve me,

don’t be (C)lieve me

when I (Em7)say (Dsus2)I’ve (Gm)got

(Fsus2)it down.

Ev ’ry (D)bod y is just a (D)stran ger, but that’s the (D)dan ger in go ing (Gmaj7)my own way.

I guess it’s the price I have to pay, yeah, (D)yeah.

Still, (Em)“ev ’ry thing hap pens for a rea son” is no rea son not to ask my self if I’m (D)liv ing it right?

Am I (D)liv ing it right?

Am I (D)liv ing it right?

Why,

tell me why,

why,

why,

Geor gia, why?