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 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 colorful 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 my 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...