Julie was a lonely girl
she said she was born that way
she always felt that way
she left home at age sixteen
got a job what you're supposed to do
that's what you've got to do
she fell in love and settled down
in a council place there on the edge of town
she'd feel alone in a crowded room
cry when she heard a happy tune
it would be nice to holiday
till they took her job away
they just took her life away
doing nothing isn't fun
when you've nothing from wich to run
you've nowhere left to run
she'd visit the social every day
every time be turned away
every time be turned away
she'd feel alone in a crowded room
cry when she heard a happy tune
julie waits, her world is her window
and julie hates, she hates the world below
a hundred stairs to her new room
over glass and blackened spoons
children grow old so soon
past the kids who gather there
pain masked by narcotic stares
but no one really cares
her dreams were cut up and bled dry
a million voices in her cry
julie waits, her world is her window
and julie hates, she hates the world below
and julie hates, just what she doesn't know
but julie loves,
she loves too much to know