I look at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picked up the rice
In the church where her wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits by a 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
Darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there
What does he care

Father McKenzie
Writing the words to a sermon
That no one will hear
No one comes near

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from.....
