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
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?