I'm fixing a 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 I'm right, where I belong I'm right, where I belong. I see the people standing, disagree, 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 wondering, 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. I see the people running 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. And it really doesn't matter, if I'm wrong I'm right, where I belong I'm right, where I belong. I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in, and stops my mind from wondering where it will go. I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in, and stops my mind from wondering where it will go.