There’s a fire burning bright
At our house tonight
Slow music playing, 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
18 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
She’s the lady that leads me
To the life I dream of
And she’s the mistress that keeps me
From the one’s that I love
The snow is piled high
On the highway tonight
I’m a ship lost at sea
On this ocean of white
18 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. |