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