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 window pane. 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 past me by. 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 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. gives me hope and a little dream too.