One Of My Turns

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 it‘s all right 
   Dm 
But I have grown older and 
Dm 
You have grown colder and 
Dm                   G7 
Nothing is very much fun anymore. 
   C     Em   F                      C 
And I can feel one of my turns coming on. 
C Fmaj7 Em    Dm 
I       feel, cold as a razor blade 
Dm 
Tight as a tourniquet 
Dm               G7 
Dry as a funeral drum 
 
Eb           Bb            Eb              Bb 
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left 
      C7      Dm Bb E7  Dm     Am  Dm    Am 
You‘ll find my favourite axe 
Bb 
Don‘t look so frightened 
       Eb                   Bb 
This is just a passing phase 
      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? 
Dm 
Would you like something to eat? 
         Eb 
Would you like to learn to fly?  Would you? 
         Dm 
Would you like to see me try? 
 
D     G   C   Eb   Bb   Eb   Bb   Dm     Eb   Bb   Eb   Bb   Dm 
 
Am7  Dm7  C           Eb 
           Would you like to call the cops? 
Eb 
Do you think it‘s time I stopped? 
Gm(9) 
Why are you running away?