It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets Thoughts fill my head but then still no-one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the windowpane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy And so I go back to the years that have passed me by It is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the windowpane It is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy And he gives me day, gives me hope and a little dream too