How The Heart Approaches What It Yearns — текст песни (Paul Simon)

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

Wheres 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

Im on fire



In a phone booth

In some local bar and grill

Rehearsing what Ill say, my coin returns

How the heart approaches what it yearns

How the heart approaches what it yearns