Dying On the Vine

I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I'd lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine

I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman
Like William Burroughs playing for lost time

But I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying, dying on the vine

You could sleep through all that noisy chatter
The troops, celebrations in the sun
The authorities said my papers are all in order
And if I wasn't such a coward, I would run

Oh, meet me when all the fighting's over
Meet me on the other side of town
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection
It's always nice to having them hanging around

But I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying, dying on the vine