Ah, look at all the lonely people
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
Where do they all belong?
Look at him working donning his socks in the night
Where do they all belong?
Lives in a dream waits at the window wearing the face
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
All the lonely people
And was buried along with her name, nobody came
Where do they all come from?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
Where do they all come from?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
Ah, look at all the lonely people
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved
All the lonely people
All the lonely people
All the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
All the lonely people
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
That no one will hear, no one comes near
While there's nobody there, what does he care?
All the lonely people
