It's Five O Clock      it's five o' clock and I walk  through the empty streets  thoughts pave my fate within still  no one speaks to me  my mind takes me back to the years  that have passed me by    and it's so hard to believe  that it's me  that I see in the rain  don't pain    and it's so hard to believe  that what it is  it's 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 with him  I find sympathy  and so I'll go back to the years  that have passed me by    and it's so hard to believe  that it's me  that I see in the rain  don't pain    and it's so hard to believe  that what it is  it's 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 with him  I find sympathy  and he leaves me day, leaves me hope  and a little dream, too