Sting Tag

Sting: Moon over Bourbon Street There’s a moonOver Bourbon Street tonightI see faces as they passBeneath the pale lamplightI’ve no choiceBut to follow that callThe bright lights, the peopleAnd the moon and allI pray everydayTo be strongFor I know what I doMust be wrongOh, you’ll never see my shadeOr hear the sound of my feetWhile there’s a moonOver Bourbon Street It was many years agoThat I became what I amI was trapped in this lifeLike an innocent lambNow I can never showMy face at noonAnd you’ll only see me walkingByRead More