The other night I had a crazy dream 'Bout a man in a fishing hat selling magazines All the way from Kingston he'd worked his way down I bought him a drink on the night they kicked him out of town
He said, "You know I don't like the way I am." "No, I don't like the way I am."
And I saw an old fisherman out swayin' on a dock Swigging a jug of something and a string of fish that he had caught His wife had left him just a week before She packed up her bags and waltzed on out the door
She said, "You know I don't like the way I am." "No, I don't like the way I am."
And then she cried And you and me walked down the shores of our youth Chasing the sunrise, challenging the truth
It's all so distant now I've seen too many lies Turning my vision into crumbling demise
Makes me want to say You know I don't like the way I am No, I don't like the way I am
But I'm gonna change the way I am I'm gonna change the way I am