Lyrics

**Verse 1:**
*This motel lamp burns like a tired star,*
*Your face on my screen feels close yet far.*
*I’ve memorized the cracks in this ceiling tile,*
*While the highway hums its lonesome mile.*
*My suitcase sighs, still packed with “goodbye,”*
*And your voice on the phone’s the only lullaby.*

**Pre-Chorus:**
*I’m knee-deep in diesel, dirt, and deadlines,*
*But it’s your laugh that haunts these interstate signs.*
*The rigs don’t care if my heart’s half-gone—*
*They just ask for miles till the break of dawn.*

**Chorus:**
***How do I sleep without you?***
*When every motel room’s a shade of blue,*
*And the pillow’s a stranger where your head should be—*
*This bed’s too big for a man missing home’s gravity.*
***How do I sleep without you?***
*The moon’s just a clock I can’t rewind.*
*I’m counting paychecks, but losing time…*
*How do I sleep without you tonight?*

**Verse 2:**
*The diner coffee’s bitter as my doubt,*
*I trace your name where the rain washed out.*
*The guys all joke ’bout the oilfield grind,*
*But they don’t see the ghost of your hand in mine.*
*I work these shifts till my bones forget,*
*But the ache in my chest’s a harder debt.*

**Pre-Chorus:**
*The foreman yells, “Push harder, boys—drive on!”*
*But my strength’s back home where the light stays on.*
*These calloused palms can fix any machine,*
*But they’re useless against missing you, it seems.*

**Chorus:**
***How do I sleep without you?***
*When every motel room’s a shade of blue,*
*And the pillow’s a stranger where your head should be—*
*This bed’s too big for a man missing home’s gravity.*
***How do I sleep without you?***
*The moon’s just a clock I can’t rewind.*
*I’m counting paychecks, but losing time…*
*How do I sleep without you tonight?*

**Bridge:**
*Two weeks till I’m highway-bound again,*
*Trading rigs for your arms, diesel for your skin.*
*I’ll patch up the cracks in our picture frame,*
*And let the sunrise slow down this race I’ve run in vain…*

**Outro:**
*So I’ll weld my love to every mile,*
*Build a road back to you, one day at a time.*
*Till then, I’ll whisper to the rearview skies—*
***“How do I sleep without you?”*
*…But I’ll keep driving till “goodbye” dies.*