FIXING A TOOL

(Music: FIXING A HOLE, Lennon-McCartney) (info./disclaimers [0]) (glossary [0]) (index [0]) (gardening guide [0])

I'm fixing a tool
And it's raining again
This wasn't broken yesterday
I don't think so

I'm filling the cracks
That run through my life
And keep my mind a-wandering
Where it will go

And it doesn't really matter if I was a suburbanite
If I was an urbanite
Where I was born
There are many people drifting here
Seeking home and wondering
Are their lives now rich or poor?

I'm speaking of doom
And of better lifeways
But still inside I'm wondering
Where it will go

And it doesn't really matter where I was last year
Or if I'm filled with fear
If I'm alone
There are more questions than answers here
Broken hearts, and many tears
Try just looking past your door

I'm fixing a tool
And it's raining again
I hear earth and people calling me
Where I will go
Where I will go

I'm fixing a tool
And it's raining again
A voice inside is calling me
Where I will go
Where I will go

Comments: The Beetless are mum on the meaning of this one.