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 'Cause I got a lot of things to do, a lot of places to go Well, 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 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 decide to take a stand Oh, I'm not gonna take your hand Oh, I'm taking the next bus outta here I'm gonna head to Box Elder, M.O. Box Elder, M.O., Box Elder, M.O. Box Elder, M.O.