Lyrics:

Its five oclock 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 its 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

Its five oclock and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend and in him I find sympathy
Thus so I go back to the years that have passed me by

It is so hard to believe that its 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

Its five oclock 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