Testo 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 the room in a colourful way,
And when my mind is wandering there I will go.

Silly people run around who worry me and never ask me
Why they don't get past door.

I'm taking the time for a number of things
That weren't important yesterday, and I still go.