Four Lean Hounds - Justin Rutledge

Look at a picture of you on a horse

With a bridle your father bought

On a trip to Vermont in the fall

Autumn is staring you down red and brown

By the mane of a dying elm

And the look on your face says it all

Four lean hounds in a row

Where in the world did you go

Look at a picture of you lucky lad

In a jacket your father had

When he fought in the war on TV

Summer is wearing you down like a crown

Like the wind on a weathervane

As you stand in the shade like a tree

Four lean hounds in a row

Where in the world did you go

Four lean hounds in a row

Has anyone seen the king or the queen

Did they look anything like you and me

Has anyone seen my king or my queen

Did they look anything like you and me

Look at a picture of you in a crowd

Where your memories are not allowed

Just the weight of the light on the leaves

Four lean hounds in a row

Where in the world did you go

Four lean hounds in a row