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
I turned my back, now there's no turning back
All the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives
Choosing the shiny ones instead

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