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 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