Fixing A Hole
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wondering where it will go
I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door
And kept my mind from wondering where it will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right
Where I belong I'm right, where I belong
See the people standing there
Who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don't get in my door
I'm painting my room in a colorful way
And when my mind is wandering, there I will go
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right
Where I belong I'm right, where I belong
Silly people run around, they worry me
And never ask me why they don't get past my door
I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't 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
Yes, I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering where it will go
Where it will go, where it will go
Where it will go, where will it go
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in and
Where it will go
And when my mind is wandering where I will go