D Gbm Ah, look at all the lonely people D Gbm Ah, look at all the lonely people Gbm Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church D Gbm Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream Gbm Waits at the window, wearing the face D Gbm That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all come from? Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all belong? Gbm Father McKenzie, writing the words D Gbm Of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near Gbm Look at him working, darning his socks D Gbm In the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care? Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all come from? Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all belong? D Gbm Ah, look at all the lonely people D Gbm Ah, look at all the lonely people Gbm Eleanor Rigby died in the church D Gbm And was buried along with her name, nobody came Gbm Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt D Gbm From his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all come from? Gbm7 Gbdim7 All the lonely people D Gbm Where do they all belong?
