Fixing a Hole - Daria

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 colorful 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

Silly people run around they worry me

And never ask me why they don’t get past my door

And it really doesn’t 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 fixing a hole where the rain gets in

And stops my mind from wandering

Where it will go

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in