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 windowpane   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 passed me by      It is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the windowpane   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 he gives me day, gives me hope and a little dream too