American Triangle — текст песни (Elton John)

Seen him playing in his backyard
Young boy just starting out
So much history in this landscape
So much confusion, so much doubt

I`ve been there drinking on that front porch
Angry kids, mean and dumb
Looks like a painting, that blue skyline
God hates fags where we come from

`Western skies` don`t make it right
`Home of the brave` don`t make no sense
I`ve seen the scarecrow wrapped in wire
Left to die on a high ridge fence
It`s a cold, cold wind
It`s a cold, cold wind
It`s a cold wind blowing, Wyoming

Seen two coyotes running down a hill
Heeding what we don`t understand
You pioneers give us your children
But it`s your blood that stains their hands

Somewhere that road forks up ahead
To ignorance and innocence
Three lives drift on different winds
Two lives ruined, once life spent