Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice at the church where the wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits by 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

Why does he care

All of 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 of the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong