Ah, Look At All The Lonely People
Ah, Look At All The Lonely People
Eleanor Rigby Picks Up The Rice In The Church Where A Wedding Was 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 Near,
No One Comes Near.

Look At Him Working, Darning 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 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 ?
(ah, Look At All The Lonely People)
All The Lonely People, Where Do They All Belong ?
(ah, Look At All The Lonely People)