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 hugging this old cold shoulder This old highway us 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 hugging this old cold shoulder God, I wish I could hold her instead of hugging this old cold shoulder