The music is beginning to slow down br and slower still the horses circle round br The man who sold the tickets br is counting his small change br and the music is beginning to slow down br br The bumper-cars have all been packed away br And slower still the chair-a-plains at bay br the happy laughing stragglers br arm in arm now walk away br And the music is beginning to slow down br br The lights are going out across our town br And somewhere on a farm a small dog barks br The moon climbs slowly upwards br rain drifts across the sky br And the music is beginning to slow down br br The man who sold the tickets hums a tune br About a cowboy and a prairie moon br He’s not really where he wants to be br but knows he never will be free br And the music is beginning to slow downbr br Sean Joycebr br