Fixing a Hole - Connie Evingson

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 the room in a colourful way

And when my mind is wandering

There I will go

Hey hey

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

Hey hey

Fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go

Where it will go

Fixing a hole where the rain gets in

Fixing a hole where the rain gets in