Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby picks up her rice in a church Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream Sits by her window, wearing a paste 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, darning his socks in the night When 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-mm 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 was saved 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?