Eleanor rig by

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Sits by her window, wearing a face 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 theres 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 the lonely people, mm-mm
Oh, look at all the 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
All those lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Where do they all belong?
Where do they all belong?