| I have not been home since you left long ago
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| I’m thumbing my way back to heaven
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| Counting steps, walking backwards on the road
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| I’m counting my way back to heaven
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| I can’t be free with what’s locked inside of me
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| If there was a key, you took it in your hand
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| There’s no wrong or right, but I’m sure there’s good and bad
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| The questions linger overhead
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| No matter how cold the winter, there’s a springtime ahead
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| I’m thumbing my way back to heaven
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| I wish that I could hold you
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| I wish that I had
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| Thinking about heaven
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| I let go of a rope, thinking that’s what held me back
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| And in time I’ve realized, it’s now wrapped around my neck
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| I can’t see what’s next, from this lonely overpass
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| Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past
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| All the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives
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| Choosing the shiny ones instead
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| I turned my back, now there’s no turning back
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| No matter how cold the winter, there’s a springtime ahead
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| I smile, but who am I kidding?
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| I’m just walking the miles, every once in a while I’ll get a ride
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| I’m thumbing my way back to heaven
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| Thumbing my way back to heaven
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| I’m thumbing my way back to heaven |