(Kent Blazy/Kim Williams/Garth Brooks)



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



CHORUS

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



CHORUS



God, I wish I could hold her

Instead of huggin' this old cold shoulder

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