Look at all the lonely people 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?
[Chorus] 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?
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.