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
Yeah
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 eyes
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
Yeah yeah
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
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street