Moon Over Bourbon Street

There's a moon

over bourbon street tonight

I see faces as they pass

beneath the pale lamplight

I've no choice but

to follow that call

The bright lights

the people and the moon and all

I pray everyday to be strong

For I know what I do must be wrong

Oh you'll never see my shade

or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon

over bourbon street

It was many years ago

that I became what I am

I was trapped in this life

like an innocent lamb

Now I can never

show my face at noon

And you'll only see me walking

by the light of the moon

The brim of my hat

hides the eye of a beast

I've the face of a sinner

but the hands of a priest

Oh you'll never see my shade

or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon

over bourbon street

He walks everyday

through the streets of New Orleans

He's innocent and young

from a family of means

I have stood many times

outside the window at night

To struggle with my instinct

in the pale moon light

How could I be this way

when I pray to God above

I must love what I destroy

and destroy the thing I love

Oh you'll never see my shade

or hear the sound of my feet

While there's a moon

over bourbon street