Songtexte Cold Shoulder - 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

The snow is piled high on the highway tonight
I'm a ship lost at sea on this ocean of white
18 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
18 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