Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits by 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 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 while there's nobody there What does he care? Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried, along with her name Nobody came Father Mckenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved