All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? 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

Romance is mush stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be while I rot with the rest Of those whose lives are lonely too I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the

All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? 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

All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? 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

I long for your embrace. I don't know, no, I don't know. And when the night falls, and when the sky falls, Embrace, embrace. The lonely, lonely lives. And in the cold night, under the street light, Living separate lives, I have faith in you, away from