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 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