Lyrics:

There's a fire burnin' bright, at our house tonight
Slow music playin', 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
And 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