Go

Georgia, it grew in the night when you thought it was tired

And how can it always recover and come

And want to whirl you around with your eyes closed

No matter how you say: I won't go, go, go

Georgia, we follow along, it goes pretty far

You go ahead, I'm going to wait in the car

Instead of run with my feet when they won't go

Okay I will, but I don't know, go and go, go

And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright

And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright

And you would think tired, ragged, and oil-brown, but it's alright

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And I know it seems useless

I know how it always turns out

Georgia, since everything's possible we will still go, go, go

And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright

And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright

It's alright

It's alright

It's alright