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 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 us 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 hugging this old cold shoulder

god

i wish i could hold her instead of hugging this old cold shoulder