Steeplechase

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)