Why Does She Love Me? - Andrew Lloyd Webber

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