Poster Child

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