These unfamiliar streets
where I hide my face and name
And these secrets that I keep
Every stranger looks the same
The cold New England air
rips the will from my blood
And I replace it with the ach
the ash the dirt
and lack of love
No hands to hold
no hands to pray for me
My lover left alone
my lover left to grieve and mourn
My sins my cross to bear
the guilt and vows I broke in turn
Most precious sacrament
tip the bottle in prayer each night
With one hand to the altar
and the other to the wine
The parish pours out from the church
snow is falling quietly
Let it fall
cover my steps into the dark
end of the street
No hands to hold
no hands to pray for me
My lover left alone
my lover left to grieve and mourn
My sins my cross to bear
the guilt and vows I broke in turn
My lover left alone
my lover left to grieve and mourn
My sins my cross to bear
the guilt and vows I broke in turn