It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streetsnThoughts fill my head but then still no-one speaks to menMy mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by nnIt is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the windowpanenIt is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be nnIt's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streetsnThe night is my friend and in him I find sympathynAnd so I go back to the years that have passed me bynnIt is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the windowpanenIt is so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be nnIt's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streetsnThe night is my friend and in him I find sympathynAnd he gives me day, gives me hope and a little dream too