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 f** 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 f** 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.