text: Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a 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?
  All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
  All the lonely peoplе, do-do they all belong?
  Riders on thе storm 
  Riders on the storm 
  Into this house were born 
  Into this world were thrown 
  Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
  Riders on the storm 
  But now its time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way 
  For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and its headed my way 
  Ah, sometimes I grow so tired
  But I know Ive got one thing I got to do 
  Ramble on, and nows the time, the time is now
  To sing my song, Im going round the world, I gotta find my girl
  On my way, Ive been this way ten years to the day
  So, ramble on!
  Oh, ramble on! 
  Oh, ramble on! 
  Oh, ramble on! 
  Ra-ra-ramble on! 
  Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ramble 
  I cant seem to face up to the facts 
  Im tense and nervous and I cant relax 
  I cant sleep cause my beds on fire 
  Dont touch me, Im a real live wire
  Psycho killer, quest-ce que cest?
  Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better 
  Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
  Oh, oh
  Psycho killer 
  Quest-ce que cest?
  Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, far better 
  Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
  Oh, oh
  Thats me in the corner 
  Thats me in the spotlight losing my religion 
  Trying to keep up with you 
  And I dont know if I can do it
  Oh no, I said too much 
  I havent said enough 
  All the lonely people
  Girl you gotta love your man
  Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
  Girl you gotta love your man
  Do, do they all, do, do they all bel-
  Take him by the hand
  All-all-all-the people
  Make him understand
  Al-al-al-al-al-al-al-lonely
  The world on you depends, our life will never end
  Gotta love your man 
  Yeah
  Gotta love your man 
  Yeah
  Gotta love your, gotta love your, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
  All the lonely people, where do they all come from?