ONE OF MY TURNS 
 
 
  (Oh, my God, what a fabulous room! 
   Are all these your guitars? 
   God, this place is bigger than our appartment! 
   Oh, can I drink water? 
   Water? Ah?...) 
 
           
   C             Em 
  Day after day, love turns grey 
             F              C 
  like the skin of a dying man. 
       C                       Em 
  And night after night, we pretend its all right, 
     Dm 
  but I have grown older, 
           
  and you have grown colder, 
                           G7 
  and nothing is very much fun anymore. 
           
 
      C     Em 
  And I can feel 
  F                      C 
  one of my turns coming on. 
  C Em 
  I feel  
  Dm 
  cold as a razor blade, 
           
  tight as a tourniquet, 
                    G7 
  dry as a funeral drum. 
 
           
Eb           Bb 
  Run to the bedroom, 
         Eb              Bb 
  in the suitcase on the left 
         C7      Dm Bb E7  Dm   Am  Dm 
  you'll find my favourite axe. 
Am Bb  
  Don't look so frightened, 
          Eb 
  this is just a passing phase, 
Bb       Dm 
  one of my bad days. 
           
 
   Bb       Eb              Bb 
  Would you like to watch T.V.? 
     Eb                Bb 
  Or get between the sheets? 
            Dm 
  Or contemplate the silent freeway? 
           
  Would you like something to eat? 
            Eb 
  Would you like to learn to fly? 
           
  Would'ya? 
            Dm 
  Would you like to see me try? 
           
  Oh, no! 
 
 
Dm7 C        Eb 
  Would you like to call the cops? 
           
  Do you think it's time I stopped? 
  Gm9 
  Why are you running away?