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.

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.