THUMBING MY WAY

i have not been home since you left long ago,..... thumbing my way back to heaven,.... counting steps,.. walking backwards on the road. counting my way back to heaven,..... i cant be free with whats locked inside of me,... if there was a key, you took it in your hands. theres no wrong or right,.. but im sure theres good and bad,... the questions linger overhead. no matter how cold the winter, theres a springtime ahead. thumbing my way back to heaven,.... wish that i could hold you,.. wish that i had,.... thinking bout heaven,.... i let go of a rope,... thinking thats what held me back,... and in time ive realized,.. its now wrapped around my neck. i cant see whats 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 theres no turning back,.... Mn no matter how cold the winter,.. theres a springtime ahead. i smile,... but who am I kidding? im just walking the miles,.. every once in a while, get a ride. Thumbing my way back to heaven. Thumbing my way back to heaven. Thumbing my way back to heaven.