Cody Fry - Eleanor Rigby

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

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where the 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?