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