There's a fire burning bright at our house tonight
Slow music playing and soft candle light
On her lips I keep tasting the warm red wine
I'm there in her arms but it's all in her 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 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
God I wish I could hold her instead of huggin this old cold shoulder