One Of My Turns

[	Oh my God, what a fabulous room!

	Are all these your guitars?

   This place is bigger than our apartment.

   Uh, could I have a drink of water?

   Ya want some?  Huh?

	Oh wow!  Look at this tub!

   Wanna take a bath?

   What're you watching?

   Hello?

	 Are you feeling ok?			]



Day after day,

Our love turns gray,

Like the skin on a dying man.

And night after night,

We pretend it's all right,

But I have grown older,

And you have grown colder,

And nothing is very much fun, anymore.

And I can feel,

One of all my turns coming on.

I feel,

Cold as a razor blade,

Tight as a tourniquet,

Dry as a funeral drum.



Run to the bedroom,

In the suitcase on the left,

You'll find my favorite axe.

Don't look so frightened,

This is just a passing phase,

One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch TV?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate a silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?  -- Would ya?

Would you like to see me try?

Ooohh. No!

Would you like to call the cops?

Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?


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