moon over bourbon street - sting 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
