Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been It's in a dream and waits the window Wearing a 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 Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in a church and was buried along with her name Nobody came and 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 Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people © transcript Emily Beynon