Thumbing My Way (Chop Suey, Seattle, WA 962002)

I have not been home since you left long ago

I'm thumbing my way back to heaven

Calm steps walking backwards on the road

I'm counting my way back to heaven

I can't be free with what's locked inside of me

If there was a key you took it in your hand

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

I wish that I could hold you, I wish that I had

Thinking 'bout heaven

I let go of the rope thinking that's what held me back

And in time I've realized it's now wrapped around my neck

I can't see what's next from this lonely overpass

Hang my head and count my steps as another car goes past

All the rusted signs we ignored throughout our lives

Choosing the shiny ones instead

I turned my back, now there's no turning back

Mmmmmmm

No matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime ahead

I smile, but who am I kidding?

I'm just walking the mile, every once in a while 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