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 te believe

that it's me

that I see

in the window pane

It it so hard to believe

that all this 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 thus so

And so I go back to the years that have past me by

It is so hard to believe

that it's me

that I see

in the window pane

It it so hard to believe

that all this 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

He gives me day

gives me hope

and a little dream too