Ah, look at all the lonely people 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 a jar by the door Who is it for?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words Of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks In the night when there's nobody there What does he care?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church And was buried along with her name Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt From his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?
From where I was standing it was hard to see Hard to see But what has always been will forever be Forever be And now you're running down my spine like a waterfall Oh, like a waterfall I wanna write your name on every wall On every wall I believe in you But I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you Up and down the river in a little boat A little boat All I need is you and a castle, I'm all made of hope I'm made of hope I can walk through the doors of town scale any wall and cross any line I can send any thought to the end of the finger A burn ending not with a kiss I believe in you But I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you From the bottom of the broom To the top of the leaf The top of the leaf I can drink maple water Any time I believe Any time I believe I was frozen, I was going In a blade of grass I'm running out of honey I'm living in the past I believe in you 'Cause I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you 'Cause, I believe in you I believe in, I believe in, I believe in you, yeah I believe in you Yeah, I believe in you
From where I was standing it was hard to see Hard to see But what has always been will forever be Forever be And now you're running down my spine like a waterfall Oh, like a waterfall I wanna write your name on every wall On every wall I believe in you But I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you Up and down the river in a little boat A little boat All I need is you and a castle, I'm all made of hope I'm made of hope I can walk through the doors of town scale any wall and cross any line I can send any thought to the end of the finger A burn ending not with a kiss I believe in you But I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you From the bottom of the broom To the top of the leaf The top of the leaf I can drink maple water Any time I believe Any time I believe I was frozen, I was going In a blade of grass I'm running out of honey I'm living in the past I believe in you 'Cause I believe in you I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you Yes I do I believe in you 'Cause, I believe in you I believe in, I believe in, I believe in you, yeah I believe in you Yeah, I believe in you
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't even spring
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might, might as well be spring
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never, never heard From a man I have yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing
My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yeah, it might, might as well be spring