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  streetet