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 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
  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