Intro : (2x)
It's five o'c lock and I walk th rough the empt y streets.
Thoughts fill m y head b ut then still no one speaks t o me.
My mind takes me back to th e years that ha ve passed me by.
It is so hard to be lieve that it' s me that I see in the window p ane.
It is so hard to b elieve that al l this is t he way that it has to b e.
It 's five o 'clock and I walk thro ugh the empty streets.
The night is my friend and i n him I find sympat hy,
and so I go back to th e years tha t have passe d me by.
It is so hard to b elieve that it' s me that I see in the window p ane.
It it so hard to b elieve that al l this is t he way that it has to b e.
It's five o'clock and I walk throug h the empty s treets.
The night is my friend and i n him I fi nd sympath y.
He gives me day, gives m e hope, and a little drea m to o.