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
(sting)