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