There's a moon over bourbon street
beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights the people
Oh you'll never see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon
I was trapped in this life
Now I can never show my face
And you'll only see me walking
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
She walks everyday through the
outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct
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
