Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came, no
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved, no

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where the wedding has been
She lives in a dream, yeah
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?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Where do they all come from?
Hey, oh-ooh
Where do they all belong?
Yeah, all the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Oh, oh-ooh, mm
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh-ooh, mm

Ah, look at all the lonely people