Box Elder

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