One of My Turns - Live

Day after day
 Love turns gray
 Like the skin on a dying man
 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 the silent freeway?
 Would you like something to eat?
 Would you like to learn to fly?
 Would you like to see me try?
 Would you like to call the cops?
 Do you think it's time I stopped?
 Why are you running away?