Thumbing My Way

I have not been home since you left long ago I'm thumbing my way back to heaven Countin 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 overpass 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 mile, 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