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