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. Sits by the 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 belong?
Lennon and McCartney’s haunting lyrics capture something of the despair, which can face anyone who has experienced loneliness, or, to put it another way, doesn’t belong.