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