fixing a hole

 

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

And it really doesnít matter if Iím wrong
Iím right
Where I belong I'm right
Where I belong.

See the people standing there who disagree and never win
And wonder why they donít get in my door.

I'm painting my room in a colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go.

And it really doesnít matter if
I'm wrong Iím right
Where I belong Iím right
Where I belong.

Silly people run around they worry me
And never ask me why they donít get past my door.

I'm taking the time for a number of things
That werenít important yesterday

And I still go.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go.