Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in 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 Mackenzie, writing the words of a salmon that no one would hear
No one comes near him
Look at him working
Donning 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?

I look at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mackenzie 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?