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
And 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
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- Gunslinger
- Man Against Machine
- Miscellaneous
- The Garth Brooks Collection
- Sing the Hits of Garth Brooks, Vol. 3
- Sing the Hits of Garth Brooks
- Songs of Garth Brooks, Vol. 3 (Karaoke Version)
- Double Live: 25th Anniversary Edition
- CD Zooming
- Karaoke Bay: Alan Jackson and Garth Brooks
- The Hits
- The Limited Series
- The Ultimate Hits
- Double Live
- In Pieces
- Blame It All on My Roots: Five Decades of Influences
- Country Classics
- Garth Brooks & The Magic of Christmas
- Rodeo
- Dale Earnhardt Winston Cup Collection