I get paranoid when I'm alone
My thoughts are unfocused
Is it fate or is it Faith
Or am I just unfulfilled
Down in Carolina using leaves to bottle rain
Like moonshine for 30 days making me okay
Making me okay
I'm a curious kid when I'm alone
They try to keep me so focused
On causes and effects
Peeking out the cabin slats
Down in Carolina looking up from the valley drain
There's moonshine for thirty days making me okay
Making me okay
Are the winners the ones who stop asking questions
