Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, 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 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 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

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