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...