Georgia, Georgia

Georgia, Georgia It's many, many miles Since I seen your fallen smile Close up and personal Your arsenal of excuses You never told her When you walked out on the Savannah shoulder With your veins all full of beer Thinking "well, at least now everything is clear" But oh man, what a plan Suicide It's just not that much different from my own affair All ends in cussing and crying How about if you tell me something new? Tell me what would make you happy Oh, you so deserve to be There are protests and contests Attitudes to cop I want it all to stop Three weeks ago, you were all grace and charm Now I know it was just a false alarm Georgia, Georgia I can't understand you since You have no forgiveness No attention left to pay The quiet way you leave and just forget it all Just takes my breath away How's that supposed to make me feel? Yeah, well, how am I supposed to feel?