| Bm | G | D | C | D | |
| There's a fire burning bright | at our house toni | ght |
| Bm | A | |
| Slow music p | laying and soft candle l | ight |
| G | Bm | |
| On her lips I keep t | asting the warm red w | ine |
| D | A7sus | A7 | D | |
| I'm there in her | arms | but it's | all in her m | ind |
| chorus.... |
| A | G | D | C | D | |
| The s | now is piled high | on the highway ton | ight |
| Bm | A | |
| I'm a ship lost at s | ea on this ocean of wh | ite |
| G | Bm | |
| Eighteen wheels anch | ored somewhere out of Do | ver |
| D | Asus | A | D | Bm | |
| I wish I could ho | ld her instead of | hugging this | old cold s | houlder |
| D | G | D | C | D | Bm | |
| 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 keep's me from the ones that I love |
| chorus.... |
| G | D | A7sus | Bm | G | D | |
| God I wish I could ho | ld her instead of | huggin this old cold shoulde | r |
| nicholdb@magi.com (Daniel Nicholas) |