Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window Wearing a 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 Nodding 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 alone with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave No one was saved All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?