Who, Baby, Who?

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

Woke with the sun caught in my eye
under a pale and broken sky
The clouds painted ominous suggestions
while the wind asked one too many questions

Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you
Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you

Who was that lady on the train
said: So nice to see you again?
Who was that rider in the rain
whose cool grey eyes were so full of pain?
Who was that writer in the night
trembling t the paper's virgin white?
Who was that child with a golden ball
playing catch with shadows in the hall?
Who was that lady on the train
said: So nice to see you again?

Day is done and the clouds strike their sails
Shaddows fall and the last rays of sun fail
Stars appear with eyes of lucid fire
Shining with the sweet light of desire

Who was that man on the saxophone
playing like a band stood there all alone?
Who was that wrong number on the telephone
whose lovely laugh was severed by the dial tone?
Who was that stranger with a pocket knife
who carved his initials on the root of the tree of life?
Who left that silver silken veil
at the foot of the bed when morning dawned so pale?
Who was that lady on the train
said: So nice to see you again?

Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you
Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you

Who was that girl in apartment B
who looked in the mirror, saw nothing but the sky and sea?
Who was that boy who believed in art
with the soul of an empty bottle and a broken heart?
Who was that face in knotty pine
on the wall of a cheap motel on Interstate 9?
Who was that rider in the driving rain
whose cool grey eyes were always so full of pain?
Who was that lady on the train
said: So nice to see you again?

Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you
Who, baby, who, baby, who?
You, maybe you, maybe you
Robert Hunter Recordings
     Date Album
     1986 Rock Columbia

Background
In his Journal for June 25 2004, Hunter described some of the background to the song:
"The last time I took that slow train South was when I moved from Portland to San Francisco at age nine. My song "Who, Baby, Who?" from the "Rock Columbia" album refers to that ride in the chorus "Who was that lady on the train/ said 'so nice to see you again'?. My first view of San Francisco was from one of the old ferries crossing the bay from the Oakland train terminal. A new life.