How the Heart Approaches What it Yearns

In the blue light Of the Belvedere Motel Wondering as the television burns   How the heart approaches what it yearns In a fe-ver 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