All the lonely people.

Look at all the lonely people,
with faces like us,
voices like ours,
yet no one to talk,
no one to greet.

Look at all the lonely people,
They've got a job,
They've got a roof,
Yet no one to stare at the stars with,
no one to spot shapes on the moon.

All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
Where do they all belong?
(Parts taken from Eleanor Rigby, by The Beatles)

In Picture, balconies of Jama Masjid, old Delhi