Witchhunt

Eleanor Rigby Picks up the

Rice in the church

Where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream Waits at the

Window Wearing the 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 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 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

Eleanor Rigby Died in the

Church and was buried along

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?

Ah, look at all

The lonely people

Ah, look at all

The lonely people