I look at all the lonely people

I look at all the lonely people

Elanor Rigby

Picks up the rich in the church

Where her 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?

Chorus:

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 nobody's there

What does he care?

Elanor Rigby

Dies 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