Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church
where the wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits by 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 mckenzie, writing the words
to a sermon that no one will hear
No one is near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
Nobody cares

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

Eleanor rigby died in the church
and was buried alone with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie, 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?

And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?
And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?

And all the lonely people, where do they all come from?
And all the lonely people, where do they all belong?