Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church
Where a 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 McKenzie writing the words
To a sermon that no one will hear
Oh, no one comes near
Look at him working
Darning the 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?