I'm not sure if I am singing to bemoan the entropy in typecasting myself, or if I'm defending my loyalty to the steadfast truth of my character. Perhaps I'm doing both. I think there's a powerful thing in recognizing one's own character and living in it. I also think there is tragedy to be found in denying oneself the opportunity to grow and improve out of fealty to some abstraction of one's expected parameters. At the end of the day, I suspect that I wrote this song to disagree with it. I imagine I have already written the rebuttal, and that it is buried here somewhere in these hundreds of songs. I don't believe I ever set out to defend the impulse never to change.
lyrics
I'm a man
Set in his ways
Whatever's best for me
I'll never change
Whatever's best for me
Whatever's best for me
Whatever's best for me
I am who I am
I'm a man
Set in his ways
Whatever's best for me
I'll never change
Whatever's best for me
Whatever's best for me
Whatever's best for me
I am who I am