Eleanor Rigby, Picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream, waits at the window, Wearing the 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
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 people Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people (All the lonely people) Ah, look at all the lonely people
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
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?