I'm fixing the hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wondering where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door and kept my mind from wondering where it will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong and right, where I belong and right, where I belong I see the people standing who disagree and never win, I wonder why they don't get in my door I'm painting a room in a colorful way and when my mind is wondering, there I will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong and right, where I belong and right, where I belong Silly people run around, they worry me and never ask me why I 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 And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong and right, where I belong and right, where I belong I'm fixing the hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wondering where it will go I'm fixing the hole where the rain gets in and stops my mind from wondering where it will go