In the blue light
Of the Belvedere Motel
Watching as the television burns
How the heart approaches what it yearns

In a fever
I can hear your secret voice
Emerging from a dream, your voice 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?

And headlights slide past the moon
I roll in your arms and your voice is the heat of the night

In a phone booth
In some downtown 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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Paul Simon