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 She's the lady that leads me to the life I dream of She's the mistress that keep's me from the ones that I love chorus.... God I wish I could hold her instead of huggin this old cold shoulder [email protected] (Daniel Nicholas)