Wasn't the question you asked me
 It wasn't the answer I gave
 That made me feel like I was on a train
 Was a distant voice
 Made me make a choice
 That I had to get the fuck out of this town
 I got a lot of things to do
 A lot of places to go
 I've got a lot of good things coming my way
 And I'm afraid to say that you're not one of them.
 
 Last time I was there
 You were out on the couch
 Pressed into a little electric 2
 It was the way that you smiled
 Made me know at once
 That I had to get the fuck out of this town
 'Cause I've decide to make a stand
 And I'm not gonna take your hand
 I'm taking the next bus outta here, I'm gonna head for Box Elder, M.O.