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

Inside a window

Wearing a face 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 Mackenzie writing the words to a sermon no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working

Darning his socks

In the dark because nobody's there

What does he care



All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong



Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people

Look at all the lonely people



Eleanor Rigby died in the church

And was buried along with her name

No body came



Father Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands

Has 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



Look at all the lonely people