Ah look at all the lonely people. 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
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising. She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door. She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin'. 'Cause I've left that girl so many times