There's a fire burning bright At our house tonight Slow music playing And 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 Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover I wish I could hold her Instead of huggin' 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 She's the mistress that keeps me From the ones that I love
The snow is piled high on the highway tonight I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white Eighteen wheels anchored somewhere out of Dover I wish I could hold her Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder
God, I wish I could hold her Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder
