There's a fire burning bright At our house tonight Slow music playing, soft candlelight On her lips I keep tasting, The warm red wine I'm there in her arms But it's all in my mind
The snow is piled high On the highway tonight I'm a ship lost at sea On this ocean of white 18 wheels anchored Somewhere out of Dover I wish I could hold her Instead of hugging This old cold shoulder
This old highway Is like a woman sometimes She can be your best friend But she's the real jealous kind She's the lady that leads me To the life I dream of And she's the mistress that keeps me From the one�s that I love
The snow is piled high On the highway tonight I'm a ship lost at sea On this ocean of white 18 wheels anchored Somewhere out of Dover I wish I could hold her Instead of hugging This old cold shoulder
God, I wish I could hold her Instead of hugging This old cold shoulder.