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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 The 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 And headlights slide past the moon I fold 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 waht I'll say, my coin returns How the heart approaches what it yearns How the heart approaches what it yearns From Letras Mania