I don't know why and I don't know how

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.