文本歌词

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