Cold rain blowing
from an unfriendly New York sky
Strangers huddled together
trying to stay warm and dry
Peddlers in the alley
with every cure money can buy
There's a man here, says he's a doctor
and his trade he will apply
For only twenty dollars
he can make an unborn baby cry
But no one up there cares
who lives down here or why
Here the cold wind blow
Feel the cold wind blow

The runaways, the throwaways
they gather down below
Below Grand Central Station
when the rain turns into snow
An old woman lays against the wall
with black, frostbitten toes
While an old man talks with ghosts
but only hears the echo
of everyone who died down here
with no light in their souls
Haunting now the haunted
living in these catacombs
Here the cold wind blow
Feel the cold wind blow

On the streets the lambs are deaf
to the hungry lions' roar
Demons and dealers hide like shadows
behind each open door
Selling paradise
from the Devil's own candy store
But each day, to get to heaven
takes just a little more
And once they are addicted
the dealers have their whores
They break them in themselves
leave them bleeding on the floor
Hear the cold wind blow
Feel the cold wind blow

April Servino came
when she was just fifteen years old
She might have been an angel
- at least that's what I was told
But I knew her as a thief
and her crimes are well known
In the long, long New York winters
with the days and nights so cold
under her arms were food and blankets
that she obviously stole
to feed the old and hungry
and cover their cold, tired bones
An angel full of light
A candle in the night

Well April was just a child
who never got the chance to play
Just one more unwanted child
abused and thrown away
But one night in the darkness
I was surprised to hear her say
"I'm gonna find me a prince
- he's gonna take me far away
My knight in shining armor
- well I know he's on his way
Someday my love will come
Someday," she'd say, "Someday
I will swallow all my tears
Some day, I'll get out of here"

For four years April waited
for a prince that never came
- like sitting in a ghost town
and waiting for the train
Four years came and went
on those streets of wind and rain
And no one hardly noticed
while God just looked away
'Till on the steps of St. Agnes Church
on a humid August day
April said goodbye to her dream
and source of pain
with a stolen pistol in her mouth
and a bullet through her brain
Her blood still stains those steps
'cause the rain can't wash away
what the cold wind knows
Hear the cold wind blow
Feel the cold wind blow