I look at all those lonely people, people Eleanor Ripley picks up her rice in a church where her wedding has been Lives in her dream, waits at her window, wearing a 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, blood in 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? I look at all those lonely people, people Eleanor Ripley died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came, Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walked from the grave Oh, no one was saved, all the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? I look at all those lonely people, Eleanor Ripley I look at all those lonely people, Father McKenzie I look at all those lonely people, Eleanor Ripley