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