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.
