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 the choice   That I had to get right out of this town      I've 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 here   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 right out of this town      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.