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 f**k 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 two
It was the way that you smiled
It made me know at once
That I had to get the f**k 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