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 is has to be 
It's five o'click 
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 to 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 is has to be 

It's five o'click 
and I walk through the empty streets 
The night is my friend 
And in him I find sympathy 
He gives, gives me day 
gives me hope 
and a little dream too