Letra de Dying On The Vine (Fragments)
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 the sword if you would take it And tell everyone back home I'm doing fineI was with you down in Acapulco Trading clothing for some wine Smelling like an old adobe woman Or the William Burroughs playing for lost timeBut 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 vineWho 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 runMeet 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 aroundBut 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