Eleanor Rigby - Live

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding was 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?

All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father Mackenzie 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?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

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

All the lonely people, where do they all belong? (Ah, look at all the lonely people)