Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where the 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
Donning his socks in the night while 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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah