eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been 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 yeah all the lonely people where do they all belong i look at all those lonely people i look at all those lonely people now father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear no one comes near look at him working donning his socks in the night when there s nobody there what does he care i heard him say all the lonely people where do they all come from he turned to me and he said all the lonely people yeah where do they all belong now i look at all the lonely people yeah i look at all the lonely people oh eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name nobody came and father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walked from the grave no one was saved  and he said all the lonely people where do they all come from the man looked at me and he said all the lonely people where do they all belong i look at all the lonely people i look at all the lonely people oh all the lonely people where do they all come from i want somebody to tell me all the lonely people where do they all belong 