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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 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 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