Eleanor Rigby

Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
in the church where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing a 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 Mackenzie
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’s 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

Oh, 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?

Oh, look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people
Oh, look at all the lonely people

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