Eleanor Ribgy

I look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby peaks up the rise in a church where the wedding has been

Lives in a dream, waits at a 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?

And Father McKenzie writing the words of the sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near, look at him working Turning his socks in the night when there's

nobody there Why does he care, all the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

I look at all the lonely people

I look at all the lonely people