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