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