Elonor Rigby - Paul McCartney

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Elenor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church 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, darning 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, where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.