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 the 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 overpa**
Hang my head and count my steps as another car goes past
All the rusted signs we ignored throughout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead
I turned my back, now there's no turning back
Mmmmmmm
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 get a ride
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven