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   The 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   And headlights slide past the moon   I fold 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