The Weeknd croons about his late night strolls,
Where he moves through the shadows in search of his goals.
From the dark alleys of the city to the rugged coast
He follows his dreams no matter where they may go.
He stops to take time to reflect on his life,
And his eyes search the horizon for a sign of hope or strife.
The Weeknd sings of the beauty of the night sky,
And how the stars can be so bright and so high.
He takes in the sights as he walks through the night,
Feeling the breeze against his skin so light.
He passes by empty streets and lonely souls
In search of a place to call his own.
The Weeknd croons about his late night strolls,
Reminding us of the beauty of life and its goals.
