my version of Eleanor Rigby.....I tried to stay true to the actual song, so if you know it it should be pretty much the same concept.

Lonely People (Eleanor Rigby)



Verse 1:
Eleanor Rigby’s eyes keep twitching she’s shifty
But nobody’s looking or listening, not worth risking
Her tattered clothes fixed me into prejudgments
Stench could cause a concussion that’s why my speech not budging
Hand outs not in my budget, the typical man
See holes in her arms, twitch in her hands ~ I understand
Shooting serenity into her veins to escape from the pain
When she applies her Novocain cries tears and it rains
Body language complains so I started conversing
Empathy gots to be working since life story unfolded and disbursing
Still hurting, ten years of loving since she buried her husband
I could tell that she loved him, by the ring that she’s clutching
Cursed the day his life wasn’t been wandering since
Gave me a hug for listening and walked off to wander again

Chorus: (2X)
All the lonely people
Where do the all come from?

Verse 2:
Father McKenzie sits intensively working
On an empty sermon no one’ll show up for certain
Hasn’t happened for years, though the passion’s been here
Since the pastor adheres to his passion for beer
Sits alone in confession, cries to himself its depressing
Forgets all his blessings, blocks eternal connections
Hasn’t learned his lesson, he needs to believe
In himself, but his doubts could what only open eyes can see
Surprisingly reads written testaments along with the rest of it
Soothes his soul like sedatives though god’s words aren’t prevalent
Demons got the best of him, tosses in his sleep
The whiskey he drinks rots more than his teeth
Possibly, he’ll find salvation before his life’s done
So many lonely people, where do the all come from?


Chorus 2X

Verse 3:
Eleanor Rigby enters the church where the pastor had been
Sits in confession and relieves all her sins
McKenzie listens, finds peace of mind in her voice
Inside he rejoices, but keeps his professional poise
Discards the flask in his pants, stopped the devil’s commands
But the devilish catch, is it’s a devilish task
Put his hopes on blast, it was all an illusion
He was staring at Eleanor’s casket in confusion
No emotional movements speaking to emptiness
Empty pews, empty hearts, empty is what lonely people get
Steps down from his podium walks over to her bed
Sobs tears for her and himself as he lowers his head
Does his best, says his blessings, kisses her cheek and solemnly prays
Takes out his pistol lets the hammer whistle and ends both their lonely days



Chorus (till fade)