Track Insight / Lyrics
In the yard of my late father's old place
Lies a fella, once a hunter's ace
Fur matted, eyes spent, and a coat worn thin
This mutt's story's gotten tangled within
His howls echo through the workshop walls
As he barks at the shadows that creep and crawl
Behind the shed, the world that was his stage
Is where he now roams, a forgotten vagabond ranged
The scent of decay and the stench of his ken
Memories of the wild where his heart once was pen
Lost in the yard, where the world keeps pace
A lonely soul, with no place to grace
He'll roam these ruins, an eternal guest
A relic of time, forever to rest
Faded photographs line the weathered walls
A history in stark contrast to his fall
From trusted companion to forsaken breed
The once proud hound now cowers and need
Behind the shed, his final bastion stands
A sanctuary from the cold, hard, abstract lands
The scent of his kin, the feel of his pack
A fleeting comfort as life's cruel pattern builds back
Lost in the yard, where the world keeps pace
A lonely soul, with no place to grace
He'll roam these ruins, an eternal guest
A relic of time, forever to rest
Through brittle leaves and overgrown vines
He navigates the yard's forgotten lines
The crumbling arm of a porch swing holds sway
A poignant reminder of a long-lost day
Behind the shed, the remnants of a life unfold
A testament to companionship now grown old
Though seasons come and take their toll on the scene
The hound holds on, an island 'mongst the leaves unseen
Lost in the yard, where the world keeps pace
A lonely soul, with no place to grace
He'll roam these ruins, an eternal guest
A relic of time, forever to rest
When dusk descends, and shadows stretch and grow
He curls up close to the shed's worn planks, aglow
The soft hum of crickets and night's sweet breeze
A lullaby to soothe his racing heart's pleas
Behind the shed, in the twilight's hush
He'll dream of wild woods, of joy, and of rush
Though reality bites, and the harsh truth prevails
In slumber, he escapes his yard-bound travails
Lost in the yard, where the world keeps pace
A lonely soul, with no place to grace
He'll roam these ruins, an eternal guest
A relic of time, forever to rest
The morning sun casts its pale light upon
The yard's forgotten secrets, the hound's endless dawn
He rises, stretches, and begins his lonely patrol
A sentinel of memories, forever to bide and to hold
