theres a moon over bourbon street tonight i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight ive 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while theres 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 youll only see me walking by the light of the moon the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while theres a moon over bourbon street she walks everyday through the streets of new orleans shes 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 youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while theres a moon over bourbon street
[00:00.29]theres a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:06.83]i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:15.76]ive no choice but to follow that call [00:21.02]the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all [00:30.62]i pray everyday to be strong [00:37.70]for i know what i do must be wrong [00:45.99]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [00:53.39]while theres a moon over bourbon street [01:13.30]it was many years ago that i became what i am [01:20.38]i was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:27.79]now i can never show my face at noon [01:34.37]and youll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:43.60]the brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [01:50.62]ive the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [01:57.28]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [02:05.50]while theres a moon over bourbon street [02:14.06]she walks everyday through the streets of new orleans [02:55.23]shes innocent and young from a family of means [03:02.64]i have stood many times outside her window at night [03:09.42]to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight [03:18.78]how could i be this way when i pray to god above [03:25.53]i must love what i destroy and destroy the thing i love [03:33.00]oh youll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:40.65]while theres a moon over bourbon street
