Eleanor Rigby

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
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
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong