text: Ah, look at all the lonely people!
  Ah, look at all the lonely people!
  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?
  Father McKenzie
  Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
  No one comes near
  Look at him working
  Darning his socks in the night when theres nobody there
  What does he care?
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all come from?
  All the lonely people
  Where do they all belong?
  Ah, look at all the lonely people!
  Ah, look at all the lonely people!
  Eleanor Rigby
  Died in the 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
  All the lonely people 
  Where do they all come from?
  All the lonely people 
  Where do they all belong?