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 though the door

And kept my mind from wandering

Where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong, I'm 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 a room in a colorful way

And when my mind is wandering

There I will go, hey, hey, hey

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong, I'm right

Where I belong I'm right, where I belong

Of silly people who run around, who 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, whoa, oh

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go, where it will go, hey

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go, where it will go

Hey, hey, yeah, ooh