All the lonely people
Waits at the window, wearing the face
Where do they all belong?
Where do they all belong?
No one comes near
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
of a sermon that no one will hear
All the lonely people
And was buried along with her name
All the lonely people
In the night when there's nobody there
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
That she keeps in a jar by the door
All the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Lives in a dream
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
Look at him working, darning his socks
Who is it for?
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, writing the words
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
What does he care?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
In the church where a wedding has been
