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                                                   Thе brim of my hat, hides the eyе 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