Fixing a Hole Songtext
von The Wood Brothers

I′m Fixin' a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wanderin′
Where it will go
I'm filling the cracks
That ran through the door
And kept my mind from wanderin'
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
Well silly people
They standin' there
They disagree
They never will
Wonder why they can′t get past my door
I'm painting my room
In a colorful way
And when my mind is wanderin′
There 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
Well silly people
They standin' there
And they disagree
They never will
Wonder why they can′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 wanderin′
Where it will go
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wanderin'
Where it will go