Eleanor Rigby

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

That no one will hear, no one comes near
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
That she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Father Mckenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church
And was buried along with her name, nobody came

As he walks from the grave, no one was saved
Waits at the window, wearing the face
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Look at all the lonely people
Look at all the lonely people
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?
Where a wedding has been, lives in a dream

Father McKenzie, writing the words to a sermon