Beatles - fixing a hole текст песни

Im fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where will it go

Im filling the cracks that ran through the door

And kept my mind from wandering

Where will it go

And it really doesnt matter if Im wrong

Im right

Where I belong Im right

Where I belong.

See the people standing there who disagree and never win

And wonder why they dont get in my door.

Im painting my room in the colourful way

And when my mind is wandering

There I will go.

And it really doesnt matter if

Im wrong Im right

Where I belong Im right

Where I belong.

Silly people run around they worry me

And never ask me why they dont get past my door.

Im taking the time for a number of things

That werent important yesterday

And I still go.

Im fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go.