Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Elenor Rigby, picks up the right in the churck where the wedding has 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 Mackenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near.
Look at him working, knotting 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, whre do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Elenor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came
Father Mackenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her 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)
