Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice from the church where a wedding has been
She 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, he's writing the words for 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
Nobody cares
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?