Dying on the Vine (Live in Mexico City)

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

And 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 my 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
And 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 along for protection
It's always nice to have them hanging around

And 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 my vine, hmm



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Larry J. Sloman
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