G Bm Ah, look at all the lonely people G Bm Ah, look at all the lonely people Bm Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church G Bm Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream Bm Waits at the window, wearing the face G Bm That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for? Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all come from? Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all belong? Bm Father McKenzie, writing the words G Bm Of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near Bm Look at him working, darning his socks G Bm In the night when there’s nobody there, what does he care? Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all come from? Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all belong? G Bm Ah, look at all the lonely people G Bm Ah, look at all the lonely people Bm Eleanor Rigby died in the church G Bm And was buried along with her name, nobody came Bm Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt G Bm From his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all come from? Bm7 Bdim7 All the lonely people G Bm Where do they all belong?
