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?