Johnsmith Follow

well I grew up in a big clan
small town in the heartland
was the third of ten kids
good irish catholic yeah

well we went to school down at that old saint joes
old caddy kids and with the nuns and the robs
took their chalk and drew our soals
boxes full of sin on the big black board

some people try so hard
to put us in a box
tell us who we are
well I'm not no no im not
I am more than what they see
I am one more mystery
oh please dont put me in a box

well I'm a whole lot more than these arms and legs
hands or feet or whisker face
a whole lot more than my family tree
where im from or the friends I keep

well I went down to the bank to get me a loan
the man at the desk said fill out the form
your name your age your job your pay
your whole life story on one small page

some people try so hard
to put us in a box
tell us who we are
well I'm not no no im not
I am more than what they see
I am one more mystery
oh please dont put me in a box

well I dreamt myself a dream last night
I dreamt the gates of heaven were open wide
old saint peter was holding a sign
he said there aint no boxes allowed inside here

well as soon as I got up
I got to thinking maybe old saint peter
he wasnt kidding
maybe its time that I lit a match
burn my boxes and never look back

sometimes some others try so hard
to hold onto our boxes tell us that its who we are

well I'm not no no im not
I am more than what they see
I am one more mystery
oh please dont put me in a box

dont put me in a white box
dont put me in a black box
dont put me in a straight box
dont put me in some gay box
dont put me in a rich box poor box
young box old box
smart box stupid box
left box right box
red white and blue box
yaaaa

please dont put me in a box