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..