I Know What The Word Gone Means - Hightide Hotel

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