Cold Shoulder - Garth Brooks (盖斯·布鲁克斯)
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 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 the lady that leads me
To the life I dream of
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 hugging
This old cold shoulder
God I wish I could hold her
Instead of hugging this old cold shoulder
