Four Lean Hounds - Justin Rutledge
Look at a picture of you on a horse
with a bridle your father bought
on a trip to the mall 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.