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 to believe
That it's me

that I see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe

that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o'click

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 to past me by


(interlude)

It is so hard to believe

That it's me
that I see
in the window pane

it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be


It's five o'click
and I walk through the empty streets

The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives, gives me day

gives me hope
and a little dream too