Wide Spread

I woke up to his voice, FaceTime cracklin’ through the screen

Said he’s somewhere in Dakota—but coulda sworn it looked like Queens

I’m here in this big ol’ house, makin’ coffee for one

He’s out chasin’ money, truck stops, and fun

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Where is my Sir now?

Is he at the job site or a highway somehow?

Is he layin’ in a man camp or a fancy hotel?

Is that wind or the hum of a diesel he tells?

Every day’s a riddle wrapped in a call

But no matter where he is—I want it all

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Yesterday he hit the jackpot, pressed a button from fate

Said “baby, I’m on fire,” but he was runnin’ late

Today he claims he found green gold near some roadside stop

But I know he’s just chasin’ porcelain and coffee on top

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Where is my Sir now?

Is that neon I see or a sunset goin’ down?

Is he pumpin’ gas or sleepin’ in his ride?

Writin’ me stories as he rolls with the tide

Every ping on my phone is a beat of my vow—

I’m still holdin’ the mansion down… wonderin’ where is my Sir now

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Sometimes I picture him under stars on some gravel stretch

A bag of snacks, a stubborn map, and a lucky guess

And I smile—‘cause no matter where he lays his head

He always calls… and that’s how I know we’re never apart, just wide-spread

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Where is my Sir now?

Where the stories are real and the signal’s somehow

Still strong enough to carry his laugh to my ear

From a thousand miles away… but it feels so near

And me? I’m right here, holdin’ it all down

Waitin’ for the next call—wonderin’ where is my Sir now