I have not been homeSince you left long agoI'm thumbing my way back to heavenCounting steps walking backwards on the roadCounting my way back to heavenI can't be freeWith what's locked inside of meThere's no wrong or rightBut I'm sure there's good and badQuestions linger overheadNo matter how cold the winterThere's a spring time aheadI'm thumbing my way back to heavenI wish that I could hold youI wish that I hadThinking about heavenI let go of the ropeThinking that's what held me backAnd in time I realize it's now wrapped around my neckI can't see what's next from this lonely overpassHang my head and count my steps as another car goes pastI turn my backNow there's no turning backAll the rusted signs we ignore througout our livesChoosing the shiny ones insteadNo matter how cold the winterThere's a spring time aheadI smile but who am I kiddingI'm just walking the milesEvery once and a while I'll get a rideI'm thumbing my way back to heavenI'm thumbing my way back to heaven
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven
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