Demis Roussos - Its five o clock

It's five o' clock and I walkthrough the empty streetsthoughts pave my fate within stillno one speaks to memy mind takes me back to the yearsthat have passed me byand it's so hard to believethat it's methat I see in the raindon't painand it's so hard to believethat what it isit's the way that it hasto beit's five o' clock and I walkthrough the empty streetsthe night is my friend and with him I find sympathyand so I'll go back to the yearsthat have passed me byand it's so hard to believethat it's methat I see in the raindon't painand it's so hard to believethat what it isit's the way that it hasto beit's five o' clock and I walkthrough the empty streetsthe night is my friend and with him I find sympathyand he leaves me day, leaves me hopeand a little dream, too