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