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

Smeling like an old adobe woman

Or a William

Burroughs playing for lost time

I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a holy war

But I was dying on the vine

Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter

The troops, the celebrations in the sun

The authorities say my papers are all in order

If I wasn't such a coward,

I would run

Meet me when all the shooting's over

Meet me on the other side of town

Yes you can bring all your friends for protection

It's always nice to have them all hanging around

I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about what's mine

I was living my life like a holy war

But I was dying, dying on the vine