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 ache, 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 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