["Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1"] ["Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1"] ["Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1"] One more. Oh, buddy, don't you think you had enough? It's practically morning already. One more, I said! All right. All right. My shift is over anyway, so let's settle the bill, OK? Jeez, you're in a bad way, ain't you? Worse than most that end up here. Here's the morning shift. Maybe he'll know what to do with you. 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 Don't 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 about you, sir? Tell me what am I to do, sir? Leave the hurt behind Morning, Bernie! Coffee, please! Hurry up before I freeze! I'll just take it black! Mother said I'd find you here. Miss Jury. Do you know where you are? Hell, I imagine. 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. A good place to step off the side of the pier and quietly vanish. You seem to be a regular. 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 Many things aloud 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. Get your wife and the boy and go. Leave? But what about tonight? The concert? The money? Am I to just run away? From him? 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