Tekster: Beatles, The. 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 in 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 colorful way

And when my mind is wandering

There I will go.

And it doesn?t really 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

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go.