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 goin'?




I dream we are lying on the top of a hill


An' 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