I have not been home since you left me 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
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
Wish that I could hold you
Wish that I had
Thinkin' 'bout 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 the 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 walkin' the miles, every once in a while I 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