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 yearnsIn a fever I distinctly hear your voice

Emerging from a dream, the dream returns

How the heart approaches what it yearnsAfter 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