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 wanna 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