One of Sgt. Pepper' s lesser-played tracks, but not by me. Sounds like Sir Paul was having a good time with this analogy about the Fab Four's outsized fame and the struggle to keep the hangers-on at bay. Nice chimey guitars by George.
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
