Lyrics:

There's a cruel crumpling sound
From over yonder by the steeplechase
It's a sound of 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 splayed
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 the butterfly chase
That's the sound coming down
Sound coming down