Salad Days

Eight tickets on and I'm elsewhere
Wyoming to be particular
You are too
We just arrived and are walking through the gravel parking lot
Taking it all in
The smell of manure and cheap beer
The orange hue of the setting sun
I am present in my dreams
And so happy to be at some shit rodeo
With you
And I'm about to turn and tell you as much
When the head chef busts into what I hope will some day be reality and says,
"Avery, you have that Nicoise?!"