*** Sting: "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 street of New Orleans,
she's innocent and young from a family of means,
I've stood many times outside her window at night,
to struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight,
how could it be 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].