Eleanor Rigby - Kansas

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice

In the church where the 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 Mackenzie 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’s there

What does he care

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong

I, Look at all the lonely people

I, Look at all the lonely people

I, Look at all the lonely people

I, Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church

And was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father Mackenzie 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

all the lonely people where do they all come from

all the lonely people where do they all come from

all the lonely people where do they all come from