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. 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, go And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright. You would think now hope would be tired but it's alright You would think tired, ragged and oil-brown but it's alright And I know it seems useless, I know how it always turns out Georgia, since everything's possible we will still go, go. And you would think now hope would be tired but it's alright, it's alright