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, 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
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