BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER

FIXING A HOLE

By: The Beatles

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 or 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.
Oooo, ahh

Hey, hey, hey!

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong or right,
where I belong I'm right, where I belong.
Silly people run around,
and 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!
Oooo, ahh

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,
and stops my mind from wandering,
where it will go.

Where it will go.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,
and stops my mind from wandering,
where it will go.