The smell of the sagebrush reaches your brain The scent of the pines from the snow covered range You came out tonight there in search of a friend Well, the Wyoming wind wants to play with your bangs
Hang on, handsome We are going to get you out of here quick Hang on, handsome Just wait and watch out for the bicyclist
The sun it goes down now for a second black night It's you in the outskirts, not a soul here in sight The beautiful sky as your last piece of hope The same moon and stars that you saw through the telescope
Hang on, handsome We are going to get you a new pair of shoes Hang on, handsome The bicyclist he will know what to say and do