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 the vine

Who could sleep through all this 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 the vine