Franco Battiato - It’s five o’clock lyrics

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 it 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 thus so
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 it 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 he gives me day
Gives me hope and a little dream too