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