Track bySting
There's a moon Over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice But to fallow 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 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 moon Over Bourbon Street <♪> She walks everyday through The street 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 moonright 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 Why there's moon Over Bourbon Street