Duchess

Some kind of nasty weather, the Duchess makes her bed up
There must be something better than this.
Some kind of pretty curtain, the Duchess knows for certain
There must be something better than this

What can I do, yeah? I've got to fill this hole in my head
Her face turns blue, yeah, from the screaming
I guess I better go back to bed.

Some kind of indecision, the Duchess has a vision
Chewing on a gum cigarette
She sees a motorcycle, you really shouldn't trifle
Wintertime is not over yet

What can I do, yeah? I've got to fill this hole right away
Her face turns blue, yeah, at the station
I guess she's only fading away.