Moon over Bourbon Street (25 years)

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 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 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 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