I look at all the lonely people I look at all the lonely people Eleanor Igbe picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been Lives in a dream, waits at the window, wearing the vase 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? I look at all the lonely people I look at all the lonely people Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near, look at him working, tawning 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? I look at all the lonely people I look at all the lonely people Eleanor Igbe 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? I look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? I look at all the lonely people Where do they all belong? I look at all the lonely people