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