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 street
[00:00.00]There's a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:06.33]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:15.26]I've no choice but to follow that call [00:20.52]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all [00:30.12]I pray everyday to be strong [00:37.20]For I know what I do must be wrong [00:45.49]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [00:52.89]While there's a moon over bourbon street [01:12.80]It was many years ago that I became what I am [01:19.88]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:27.29]Now I can never show my face at noon [01:33.87]And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:43.10]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [01:50.12]I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [01:56.78]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [02:05.00]While there's a moon over bourbon street [02:13.56]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans [02:54.73]She's innocent and young from a family of means [03:02.14]I have stood many times outside her window at night [03:08.92]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight [03:18.28]How could I be this way when I pray to god above [03:25.03]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love [03:32.50]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:40.15]While there's a moon over bourbon street
