Thumbing My Way

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*s 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...