(Matthew L. Moore / Tom Kosta)
Well your father lends us a car,
If we just won't go too far.
And we always seem to come home late
In't that funny
Well your family is so afraid
Cos our love keeps growing stronger
And they really don't want us to carry on
any longer.
Oh Savannah
You've taken my heart
We can make a new start now
This situation is tearing us apart
Oh Savannah you know we can't wait
Cos it might be too late
If we wait any longer
You call me on the phone
and you tell me how you're so lonely
and your Daddy won't let you leave home
on account of me. Well you know,
You know we've talked this over before
Where can we go
We can run away, we can run away... ay...
Savannah, Oh you've taken my heart
We can make a new start now
This situation is tearing us apart
Oh Savannah you know we can't wait
Cos it might be too late
If we wait any longerThere'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 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