Ah
Look at all the lonely people
Ah
Look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church
where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at 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 to 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
What does he care
All 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 the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong