Raoul: One more. Bartender: Oh, buddy, don't you think you've had enough? It's practically morning already. Raoul: One more, I said! Bartender: All, right, all right. My shift is over anyway, so let's settle the bill, ok? Jeez, you're in a bad way aren't you? Worse than
most that end up here. Here's the morning shift - maybe he'll know what to do with you. Raoul: Yes, what to do with me. That's the question, isn't it? That's always been the question. Ever since the beginning.
She looks for sympathy I give her sorrow She asks for honesty I've none to borrow
She needs my tender kiss She begs it of me I give her ugliness Why does she love me?
She yearns for higher things Things I can't give her The rush that music brings I can't deliver
And even when she sings And soars above me I try to clip her wings Why does she love me?
One more drink, sir. That's what I need don't you think, sir? Leave the hurt behind.
Do you hear me? Another drink!
She wants the man I was Husband and father At least she thinks she does She needn't bother
Beneath this mask I wear There's nothing of me Just horror, shame, despair Why does she love me?
How 'bout you, sir? Tell me what am I to do, sir? Leave the hurt behind.
Meg: Morning, Bernie, coffee please! Hurry up before I freeze. I'll just take it black. Mother said I'd find you here. Raoul: Miss Giry... Meg: Do you know where you are? R: Hell, I imagine M: Around here they call it suicide hall. It's where people end up when they don't know where else to go. The hopeless, the
desperate. Good place to step off the side of the pier and quietly vanish. R: You seem to be a regular. M: Me? I come here to swim
This town is coarse and cold and mean It's hard to keep your conscience clean Faceless in the crowd Anything's allowed
And so I come at dawn each day Come to wash it all away Sink into the sea Blue and cool and kind Let it set me free Let the past unwind Leave the hurt behind
You should never have come to America. It's not a place for people like you and Christine. It's too easy to forget who you are and
where you belong. That's why Mother says you must leave here. Now. Take your wife and the boy and go. R: Leave? What about tonight? The concert, the money? Am I to just run away from him? M: When the sun rises tomorrow we can all start again. Clean.
Sail across the sea Put us out of mind Close your eyes and flee Let yourself stay blind Leave this place behind