Eleanor Rigby

Oh, look at all the lonely people
 Oh, look at all the lonely people
 Eleanor Rigby
 Picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
 Lives in a dream
 Waits at 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 come from?
 All the lonely people
 Where do they all belong?
 Father McKenzie
 Writing the words to 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
 (Oh, look at all the lonely people)
 Where do they all come from?
 All the lonely people
 (Oh, look at all the lonely people)
 Where do they all belong?
 Oh, look at all the lonely people
 Oh, 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
 (Oh, look at all the lonely people)
 Where do they all come from?
 All the lonely people
 (Oh, look at all the lonely people)
 Where do they all belong?