Four Lean Hounds

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 a king or a queen?
Did they look anything like you or me?
Has anyone seen a king or a queen?
Did they look anything like you or 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