These unfamiliar streets, I hide my face and name And these secrets that I keep, every stranger looks the same The cold New England air, it rips the(?) 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, the vows I broke in turn This precious sacrament took the bottle of prayer each night One hand to the altar and the other to the wind (?) perish from the church Snow is falling quietly (?) in my steps until the dark into the streets 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, the vows I broke in turn My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt, the vows I broke in turn