Sitting in the waiting room   Of the Department of Social Security   Waiting for her name to be called out   So that she may secure their charity.      She never thought that love   Could end at all like this   It was never so in books   A year ago and she was such a different girl   Grammar school, respectable, qualifications.      She studied courses academic   With the best from University   But the subject she most needed to succeed in   Has brought misery.      Why ever did she never stop to think?   But then love's not quite like that   Who ever can she turn to now   Parents have turned their back on her   Disgrace to the family.      INSTRUMENTAL      And so surrounded by the weak   And those in need of our society   She sits alone and waits rejected   By the rules of our propriety.      How ever could we ever let her fall like this?   So gentle and so young   Whatever do we really care about   Heaven knows, I'm sure I don't   Won't somebody tell me?