Cold Shoulder

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 mindThe 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 shoulderThis 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 loveThe 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