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