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