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, the moon and all

I pray every day 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 a innocent lamb
Oh 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 every day through the streets of New Orleans
She’s innocent and young, from a family of means
I’ve 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
When there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
There’s a moon over Bourbon Street