moon over bourbon street

• 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