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

[interlude]


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


[interlude]

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