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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[Chorus]
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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[Verse 2]
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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[Chorus]
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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[Bridge – soft, spoken or sung low]
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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[Final Chorus – big and heartful]
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

blues with female voice