...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
(taken from The Official Sting Website)
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