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 he's nobody's baby now
I loved him then and I guess I love him still
His is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
He lives in my blood and skin
His wild feral stare, his dark hair
His winter lips as cold as stone
He was my man
But there are some things love won't allow
I held him hand but I don't hold it now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But he's nobody's baby now
This is the dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by long-fingered hand
He was a cruel-hearted man
And though I've tried to lay him ghost down
He's moving through me, even now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But he's nobody's baby now
He's nobody's baby now
Nobody's baby now
He's nobody's baby now
