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
GodI wish I could hold her
Instead of huggin this old cold shoulder

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