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 a 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 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
Stops my mind from
wandering
Where it will go.
(Lennon/McCartney)
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