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 only 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