Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song

I think I know that tune

My old addiction is a flood upon the land
That sends me out into this window
This tiny lifeboat can keep me dry
As the springtime of my life's time
So when I try to lean just a little
So that when it turns the switches
But my weight is all that it can stand
Like my old addiction

Then I am not the same
If a swan can have a song

And I am gone this afternoon
My old addiction
Fills my boat up five miles deep

Like there's a part of me that's already buried
Makes me crave only what is best
But the page is only scrawled
For just a splash to cool my face
Anything that came along
But the page is only scrawled
Like these just this morning song birds
Craving upward from the nest

Turns the other way
So like the flowers toward the sun
These tiny birds outside my window
Ah, that trickle turns out fickle
Take my hand to be their mom
Now the other side of day
I will follow stretch myself out thin
These open mouths would trust and swallow