It's Five O'Clock

it's five o' clock and I walk through the empty streets thoughts pave my fate within still no one speaks to me my mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by and it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain and it's so hard to believe that what it is it's 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 with him I find sympathy and so I'll go back to the years that have passed me by and it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain and it's so hard to believe that what it is it's 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 with him I find sympathy and he leaves me day, leaves me hope and a little dream, too