IT'S FIVE O'CLOCKIt'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 backto the years that have passed me by.It is so hard to believethat it's me that I see in the window pane.It is so hard to believethat 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 backto the years that have passed me by.It is so hard to believethat it's me that I see in the window pane.It is so hard to believethat 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 friendand in him I find sympathy.He gives me day,gives me hopeand a little dream too.