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

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

And so I go back to the years that have past me by

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