I Know What the Word Gone Means

I was looking for God in an empty cornfield, but all I found was dirt and trash
I was thinking of you while I was spitting at sunsets
I was thinking of leaving here for good

I was looking for love in a Greyhound bus-seat, not feeling unlike dirt and trash
I was thinking of you while I was watching the sunrise
I was thinking of leaving here for good

I was searching your bedroom for any signs of life. Abandoned books and dusted keepsakes were all that I could find