Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the 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? Yeah
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Father McKenzie, 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 there
What does he care?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people (people) yeah (people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people (people) woah (people)
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
And Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people (people) yeah (people)
Ah, look at all the lonely people (people) woah (people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
