My old addiction

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Unsung Swan Songfor Chet Baker
by David Wilcox

My old addiction changed the wiring in my brain
So that when it turns the switches then I am not the same

So like the flowers toward the Sun I will follow. stretch myself out thin
Like there's a part of me that's already buried that sends me out into this window

My old addiction is a flood upon the land
This tiny lifeboat can keep me dry
But my weight is all that it can stand

So when I try to lean just a little for just a splash to cool my face
Ahh that trickle turns out fickle fills my boat up five miles deep

My old addiction makes me crave only what is best
Like these just this morning song birds craving upward from the nest
These tiny birds outside my window take my hand to be their mom
These open mouths would trust and swallow anything that came along

Like my old addiction now the other side of day
As the springtime of my life's time turns the other way

If a swan can have a song I think I know that tune
But the page is only scrawled and I am gone this afternoon

But the page is only scrawled and I am gone this afternoon

Copyright © 1991 David Wilcox.