It’s five o’clock

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 it 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 it 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