Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor
Rigby piks up the rice in the church where a wedding has
been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keep in a
jar by the door
Wo 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?