Moon over Bourbon Street

Theres a moon over bourbon street tonight

I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight

Ive 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While theres 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 only show my face at noon

And youll only see me walking by the light of the moon

The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast

Ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest

Oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While theres a moon over bourbon street

She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans

Shes innocent and young from a family of means

I have stood many times outside her 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While theres a moon over bourbon street