i have not been home
since you left long ago
i'm thumbing my way
back to heaven
counting steps, walking
backwards on the road
i'm counting my way
back to heaven
i can't be free with
what's locked inside of me
if there was a key,
you took it in your hand
there's no wrong or right,
but i'm sure there's
good and bad
the questions linger overhead
no matter how
cold the winter,
there's a springtime ahead
i'm thumbing my
way back to heaven
i wish that i could hold you
i wish that i had
thinking 'bout heaven
i let go of a rope, thinking
that's what held me back
and in time i've realized,
it's now wrapped
around my neck
i can't see what's next,
from this lonely overpass
hang my head and
count my steps,
as another car goes past
all the rusted signs we ignore
throughout our lives
choosing the
shiny ones instead
i turned my back, now
there's no turning back
no matter how cold the winter,
there's a springtime ahead
i smile, but who
am i kidding?
i'm just walking the miles,
every once in a
while i'll get a ride
i'm thumbing my
way back to heaven
thumbing my way
back to heaven
i'm thumbing my
way back to heaven...
