Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picked up the rice in a church
Where her wedding had been
She lives in a dream
Waiting at the window, wearing a face that
She keeps in a jar by ... 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
All the lonely people, where do they all belong,
Do they all belong
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely, all the lonely,
The lonely people

Father Mackenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the, 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
Ah, look at all the lonely, all the lonely,
The lonely people