Paul Mccartney

Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Ah ----- look at all the lonely people
Eleanor rigbypicks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the windowwearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely peoplewhere do they all come from?
All the lonely people where do they all belong?
Father mckenziewriting the words to a sermon that no-one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him workingdarning his socks in the night when nobody’s there
What does he care
All the lonely peoplewhere 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 rigbydied in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenziewiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely peoplewhere do they all come from?
All the lonely people where do they all belong?