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