georgia

I saw your name written out in the city

I couldn't believe it at first

And I used to think that Atlanta was pretty

But 3,000 feet made it feel much worse

So now, every time I'm in Georgia

I'll probably cry,

And I think that that's funny of me

Sob every time that I take off

And complexify every letter that's too far to see

If nowhere else, I'll make sense of the hell

Here, in Georgia