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 overpa** 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...