Eleanor Rigby

<br>Ah ----- look at all the lonely people<br><br>Ah ----- look at all the lonely people<br><br><br><br>Eleanor rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been<br><br>Lives in a dream<br><br>Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door<br><br>Who is it for<br><br>All the lonely people, where do they all come from? <br><br>All the lonely people where do they all belong? <br><br><br><br>Father mckenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no-one will hear<br><br>No one comes near<br><br>Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when nobodys there<br><br>What does he care<br><br>All the lonely people, where do they all come from? <br><br>All the lonely people where do they all belong? <br><br><br><br>Ah ----- look at all the lonely people<br><br>Ah ----- look at all the lonely people<br><br><br><br>Eleanor rigby, died in the church and was buried along with her name,<br><br>Nobody came<br><br>Father mckenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave<br><br>No one was saved<br><br><br><br>All the lonely people, where do they all come from? <br><br>All the lonely people where do they all belong?