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