There's a fire burning bright At our house tonight Slow music playing Soft candlelight Her lips I keep tasting The warm red wine I'm there in her arms But it's all in my mind 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 Boulder 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 a lady that leads me To the life I dream of And the mistress who keeps me From the ones that I love 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 Boulder I wish I could hold her Instead of hugging This old, cold shoulder God wish I could hold her Instead of hugging This old, cold shoulder