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...