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