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
Who waits by the sidе of the road
Where's hе goin'?

I dream we are lying on the top of a hill
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 is a 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