Thumbing My

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 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 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 get a ride 

Thumbing my way back to heaven