Eleanor Rigby Dirt Poor Robins

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a 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?

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

Father McKenzie writing the words
To 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 there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?