The other night I had a crazy dream
Bout a man in a fishing hat
Selling magazines
All the way from Kingston
He had worked his way down
And I bought him this drink
On the night they kicked him out of town
He said
You know I don't like the way I am
You know I don't like the way I am

Saw an old fisherman out swaying on the dock
Swinging a jug of something in the string of fish he had caught
His wife had left him just a week before
She packed up her bags and she waltzed on out the door
And she said
You know I don't like the way I am
You know I don't like the way I am

And then she cried
Right out loud
She sang

You and me walked down the shores of our youth
Chasing the sunrise and challenging the truth
Its all so distant now I've seen too many lies
Turning my vision into crumbling demise
Makes me want to say
I don't like the way I am
You see I don't like the way I am
I'm gonna change the way I am
I'm gonna change the way I am
Right now
Hear me crying out loud

The other night I had this crazy dream
Bout a man in a fishing hat
He was selling old magazines
All the way from Kingston
He had worked his way down
And I bought him a drink on the night they kicked him out of town

You know I don't like the way I am
You know I don't like the way I am
But I'm gonna change the way I am
Yes I am
I'm gonna change the way I am

And he played the sweetest song for me
On his squeezebox by the sea