"She knows if you were homeless sure as hell you'd be drunk

Or high trying to get there, or begging for junk

When the people don't want you, they just throw you money for beer.

Her name was November, she went by Autumn to Fall

It was seven long years since the autumn when all

Of her nightmares grew fingers and all of her dreams grew a tear.

She's somebody's baby, somebody's baby girl.

And she's somebody's baby still.

She screams, 'Well if you've never gone it alone

Well then go ahead you'd better throw the first stone'

You've got one lonely stoner waiting to bring to her knees.

She dreams about heaven, remembering hell

There's a nightmare she visits and knows all too well

And every now and again when she's sober she brushes her teeth

Today was her birthday, strangely enough

When the cops found her body at the foot of the bluffs

An anonymous caller, this morning, tipped off the police

They got her ID from her dental remains

The same fillings intact, the same nicotine stains

Her birth and her death are both over with no one to grieve.

She's somebody's baby, somebody's baby girl.

And she's somebody's baby still."