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