Ah, look at all the lonely people

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?
 [bad word] 
All the lonely people
Where do they [bad word] from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a
sermon that no one will hear
No [bad word] near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
 [bad word] 

Ah, look at all the lonely people

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