In the moat of the castle was where the Duke of Something's wife drowned   And the eyes of her portrait seemed to follow him around   The bank foreclosed on his dungeon when the Duke was late in paying   And now he looks at her picture and he seems to hear it saying      "What's it like to be alive?"   And she's got no answer to that   She's got no answer that she can hear   Though she may wonder, she doesn't get an answer      Framed in the diorama is the art of the taxidermist   Realistically frozen as it's pouncing with a grimace   Light gleams off of the marbles in the sockets where its eyes were   And every time they twinkle it's like a question from the tiger:      "What's it like to be alive?"   And he gets no answer to that   He gets no answer; he won't know   He'll always wonder; he doesn't get an answer      Close the window when you hear the howling wind   It's just a query and you mustn't let it in      On the Southeast Expressway, where they found the empty stroller   Being blown by the traffic through the trash along the shoulder   Was it the ghost of somebody who decided not to begin?   And under the sound of the car horns, can't you hear a small voice asking      "What's it like to be alive?"   And there is no answer to that   There is no answer; no one tells   There is no answer; there isn't any answer      And they get no answer to that   They get no answer they can hear   Though they may wonder, there isn't any answer