There's a cruel crumpling sound From over yonder by the steeplechase It's a sound coming down Like horses slamming on the brakes It's the sound of a crowd Of an equine crowd in the vacuum of its age It's a sound coming down Of an entirely different race It's a sound coming down Like Il Palio sent splaying And sprawling into a cafe In an explosion of table legs and trays It's a sound coming down Like a chuckwagon when it strays A little too far from the stampede days And slams into a butterfly chase That's the sound coming down (Sound coming down) (To Walton) (Walton to Bailey, across the line, going on Park) (Bailey cuts in front, shoots, scores) (Make way for Bailey) (Bailey picked up the pass going down the left wing) (Got a little bit of an angle on Park) (And just cut around towards the net right in front of Giacomin) (And he backhanded it over him) (Shakey took the puck over the- over the blueline and) (I think, uh, Shake deked Park out and gave me the puck and I just cut in front and, um) (I looked up and, the goalie had gone down, so I just flipped it over him)