I’ve searched the holy books
I tried to unravel the mystery of jesus christ, the saviour
I’ve read the poets and the analysts
Searched through the books on human behaviour
I travelled this world around
For an answer that refused to be found
I don’t know why and i don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now
I loved her then and i guess i love her still
Hers is the face i see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, i was her man
But there are some things love won’t allow
I held her hand but i don’t hold it now
I don’t know why and i don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now
This is her dress that i loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand
I was her cruel-hearted man
And though i’ve tried to lay her ghost down
She’s moving through me, even now
I don’t know why and i don’t know how
But she’s nobody’s baby now
She’s nobody’s baby now
Nobody’s baby now
She’s nobody’s baby now