John Cale
Dying on the Vine
Well, 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 should 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
Or a William Burroughs stuck on lost time
And I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like some Hollywood
But I was dying, I was dying on the vine
Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter
There was troops and celebrations in the sun
And the authorities said "all your papers, they are in order"
But if I wasn't such a coward I'd try and run
Oh, could you meet me when all the shooting's over
Meet me on the other side of town
You can bring all of your friends along for protection
It was always very 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 some Hollywood
But I was dying, I was dying on the vine