This song was mentioned by BeauDangles on 02-Oct-2000, and by SDShad on Halloween, 2001.


MOON OVER BOURBON STREET
As recorded by Sting on “The Dream of the Blue Turtles,” 1985.

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 every day 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 every day 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.