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 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