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? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
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?
Eleanor 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 saved.
Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean I cannot drive the streets at night I cannot wake up in the morning Without you on my mind So you're gone and I'm haunted And I bet you are just fine Did I make it that Easy to walk right in and out Of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover Goodbye, my hopeless dream I'm trying not to think about you Can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance My back is turned on you Should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do