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 |