Bb                          Dm
Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Bb                          Dm
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Dm                                                                 Bb6
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been,
             Dm
Lives in a dream.
Dm                                                                     Bb6
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door, 
           Dm
Who is is for?

Dm7             Dm6
All the lonely people,
      Bb               Dm
Where do they all come from?
Dm7             Dm6
All the lonely people,
      Bb             Dm
Where do they all belong?

Dm                                                                Bb6
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear,
              Dm
No one comes near.
Dm                                                                         Bb6
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
             Dm
What does he care?

Dm7             Dm6
All the lonely people,
      Bb                Dm
Where do they all come from?
Dm7             Dm6
All the lonely people,
      Bb             Dm
Where do they all belong?
Dm                                                                Bb6
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name,
         Dm
Nobody came.
Dm                                                                    Bb6
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave,
            Dm
No one was saved.


All the lonely people,
      Bb               Dm
Where do they all come from?
Dm7             Dm6
All the lonely people,
      Bb             Dm
Where do they all belong?