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.