Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor Rigby picks up her ice
In a church where a wedding has been
It's in a dream
Sits by her window wearing a face
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
Donning his socks in the night
And 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-hmm
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 would see
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?