Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor 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 McKenziethere What does he care?
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 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 peopleEleanor 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 savedAll the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?