There's a moon over B ourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath th e pale lamp light
I've no choice but to follow tha t call
The bright lights, the people, and th e moon a nd all
I pray every day to be strong
For I know what I do must b e wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear th e sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbo n Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like a n innocent lamb
Now I never show my face a t noon
And you'll only see me walking by th e light of t he moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a s inner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear th e sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbo n 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 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