[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

Last time I was there

You were out on the couch

Pressed into a little electric tube

It was the way that you smiled

It made me know at once

That I had to get the fuck out of this town

'Cause I've decided to make a stand

And I'm not gonna take your hand

I'm taking the next bus out of here

I'm gonna head for Box Elder, MO