I look at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby 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?
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all come from?
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words to his son
And then no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Dying his socks in the night
When there's nobody there
Why does he care?
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all come from?
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all belong?
I look at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the death from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all come from?
Oh, lonely people
Where do they all belong?