I have not been home since you left long ago Im thumbing my way back to heaven Counting steps,.. walking backwards on the road Im 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 Im thumbing my way back to heaven I 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 sign we ignore throughout our lives Choosing the shiny ones instead I turned my back,... now theres no turning back 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 Ill get a ride Im thumbing my way back to heaven Thumbing my way back to heaven Im thumbing my way back to heaven...
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 12:27:35 +0000