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
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
Questions linger overhead
No matter how cold the winter
There's a spring time ahead



I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

I wish that I could hold you
I wish that I had
Thinking about heaven

I let go of the rope
Thinking that's what held me back
And in time I realize 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 througout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead
I turn my back
Now there's no turning back
No matter how cold the winter
There's a spring time ahead
I smile but who am I kidding
I'm just walking the miles
Every once and a while I'll 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