It's up and right in the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream,
waits a guru wearing the faces 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?
All the lonely people All the lonely people
Father,
oh father, father
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon no one will hear
No one comes near,
looking at him working
Shining 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?
Oh,
look at all the lonely people Oh,
look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Whitman,
Eleanor Whitman
Right in the church she was buried along with her name
Nobody came,
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from
his hands as he walks through the grave
No one was safe,
all the lonely people Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people Now where do they all belong?
Oh,
look at all the lonely people
Oh,
look at all the lonely people
Oh,
look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Home sweet home