Eleanor rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Ah, look at all the lonely people.

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?

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?