Ah, look at all the
lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks
up the rice in the church where a 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 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 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?