Westward By Night

Westward by night, I travel.
Westward by the light of a dying moon.
Knowing neither my position, nor my purpose,
Nor the world where I must go.
Perhaps it is only right, that I should travel in this fashion:
For the darkness has a comfort all its own.
But as I travel among the shadows, among the creatures of the night,
I shed a tear for all the times I’ve walked alone…

Westward by night? Sometimes I’m not so sure.
Though in my mind, that’s where I always seem to be
And as I travel upon this road, upon a journey with no end;
I shed a tear for all the times I’ve walked with me…

Westward by night searching for a special friend.
Or perhaps I’m searching for another road without an end.
But it really doesn’t matter what I’m really searching for—
In the dark I’ll never find it: so I shed a tear once more.