Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picks up her rice in a church
 Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream
 Sits by her window, wearing a paste
 That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?
 All those lonely people
 Where do they all come from?
 All those 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 those lonely people
 Where do they all come from?
 All those lonely people
 Where do they all belong?
 Oh, look at all those lonely people, mm-mm
 Oh, look at all those lonely people
 Eleanor Rigby died in the church
 And was buried along with her name, nobody came
 Father McKenzie wiping his hands of the dirt
 As he stands by the grave, no one was saved
 Oh, all those lonely people
 Where do they all come from?
 All those lonely people
 Where do they all belong?
 Where do they all belong?
 Where do they all belong?