MOON OVER BOURBON STREET - Sting

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

CHORUS:
Oh, you’ll never see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
while there’s the 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
no 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 a face of a sinner 
but the hands of a priest

CHORUS

She walks every day 
thru 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
and the pale moon light

How could it 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 the moon over Bourbon street