Dying on The Vine — текст песни (John Cale)

Ive been chasing ghosts and I dont like it

I wish someone would show me where to draw the line

Id lay down my sword if you would take it

And tell everyone back home Im doing fine



I was with you down in acapulco

Trading clothing for some wine

Smelling like an old adobe woman

Or a william burroughs playing for lost time



I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about whats mine

I was living my life like a hollywood

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

And if I wasnt such a coward I would run







Ill see you me when all the shootings over

Meet me on the other side of town

Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection

Its always nice to have them hanging around



I was thinking about my mother

I was thinking about whats mine

I was living my life like a hollywood

But I was dying, dying on the vine