I've searched the holy books Tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the Saviour I've read the poets and the analysts Searched through the books on human behavior I traveled the whole 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 even 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