作词 : Paul Simon
作曲 : Paul Simon
In the blue light
Of the Belvedere Motel
Watching as the television burned
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?

Headlights slide past the moon
I rolled 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