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 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 is so hard to believe
that all this is 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
