One of My Turns

Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
This place is bigger than our apartment!

uh, Can I get a drink of water?
You want some, huh?
Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?
What are you watching?
Hello?
Are you feeling okay?...

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of 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 T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

AAAH, no!

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?