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
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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
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
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
Writer: Paul Simon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC