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 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 my room in the colourful way 



And when my mind is wandering 

There I will go 

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