In the blue light

Of the Beverly 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 that

Waits by the side of the road

Where's he going?

In a 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