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

She walks everyday

Through the streets of New Orleans

She's 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 moonlight

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