Daltry Street

What became of Daughtrey Street? It disappeared beneath my feet And all the folk I used to meet are lost, will they be found? They married, moved away from here Yet still I'm stuck here, year to year And all I touch, I love, I see, is lost, will it be found? I sometimes sit alone and think, if I'd done things different yesterday Would I still have to rely on drink, to look at God and pray? That for every woman, there's a man Who would ask her dad for her red hand And take the ring here in my palm as he gives his daughter away Oh, what became of Daughtrey Street? Twitching from the curtains and shuffling feet, of lads And lasses on the street after a night out on the town They married, moved away from here Yet still I'm stuck here, year to year And all I touch, I love, I see, is lost, will it be found? I've lost all hope and trust you see But without trust what hope would there be? I don't need CVs or degrees to change what's lost to found I'll scrub up well, I'll do my hair If I can't find her here, then I'll look there Search high and low and everywhere 'cause If I don't, I'll always be lost not found Oh, oh Without love, I'll always be lost, not found Oh- What became of Daughtrey Street? ... Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ... And shuffling feet ... Be lost, not found What became of Daughtrey Street? Oh, oh Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ... And shuffling feet ... Be lost, not found What became of Daughtrey Street? Oh, oh Without love- Twitching from the curtains- I'll always- ... And shuffling feet ... Be lost, not found