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

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
I turn my back

Now there's no turning back
All the rusted signs we ignore througout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead

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