Moon Over Bourbon Street - rare live acoustic version 1985
There's 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 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 only 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 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 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 moon light 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