Fold me up
Take me out
I'm portable
Fold me up
Take me out
I'm portable
Well out here
We have anything we want
We have anything we want at all
Out here, we're just bolted to the floor
Take me to the wall
Rolling with a satellite
Watching the Cosby Show on Nick at Nite
I'm weird but I feel alright
I am a soldier now
Fold me up, fold me up
Take me out, take me out
I'm portable
Fold me up, fold me up
Take me out, take me out
I'm portable
Out here, we're just singin', playin' whatever we feel
And the fun of falling out of bed at night is real
When you're traveling on a box with 18 wheels
If I can go anywhere at all, if I can go anywhere at all
If I can go anywhere at all
If I can go anywhere, anywhere
And if I can go anywhere at all
And if I could go anywhere at all
I mean if I really, really, really can go anywhere at all
Won't you tell me why, why, why,
Why Georgia why
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 the sh*t 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