Belmont Stakes

It's the day of the race all the best are in place
 the announcer urges take your seats the pistol's set to fire
 a long winter has passed horses gather on the grass
 stand patient while the jockeys shrink and straighten their attire
 the gunman gets the word
 nods and pulls the trigger
 the little things all go right you get lucky tonight
 and the crowd on their feet knows the smell of defeat
 and the taste of victory is a coincident affair
 they curse at their luck a collapsing aqueduct
 there's a darker horse in every heat, a more deserving prayer
 the last place makes a move
 takes the curve and runs the backstretch through
 the little things all go right
 you get lucky tonight
 cigar smoke, bourbon broke; the anecdote is real
 flashbulbs pop, the moment stops, everyone is still
 then furious, a sure thing doesn't get lucky
 in the parking lot at the track all the grandstand lights go black
 you can't control the animals, the animals control you