Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice at the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits by the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
Why does he care
All of the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All of the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong
