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