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 wait's 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