In the blue light of the belvedere motel
Wondering as the television burns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
In a fever I distinctly hear your voice
Emerging from a dream, the dream returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns

After the rain on the interstate
Headlights slide past the moon
A bone-weary traveler waits by the side of the road
Where's he going?

I dream we are lying on the top of a hill
And headlights slide past the moon
I roll in your arms and your voice is the heat of the night
I'm on fire

In a phone booth in some local bar and grill
Rehearsing what I'll say, my coin returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
How the heart approaches what it yearns