Letra de 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