Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
C Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
Em Em7 C
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been.
Em
Lives in a dream.
Em Em7 C
Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Em
Who is it for?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all belong?
Em Em7 C
Father MacKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
Em
No one comes near.
Em Em7 C
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
Em
What does he care?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all belong?
C Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
C Em
Ahh, look at all the lonely people.
Em Em7 C
Eleanor Rigby died in a church and was buried along with her name,
Em
Nobody came.
Em Em7 C
Father MacKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
Em
No one was saved.
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all come from?
Em7 Em6
All the lonely people,
C Em
Where do they all belong
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