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

while theres a moon over bourbon street