Oh
Oh
Oh, look at all the lonely people.
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been.
Lives in a dream,
waits at the window,
Wearing the face 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?
Father McKenzie,
writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear.
No one comes near,
look at him working,
Donning 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 Oh Oh,
look at all the lonely people.
Oh Oh Oh, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor
Ringbeck died in the church and was buried along with her neighbors.
But he came,
Father McKenzie,
wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks through 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?