I let go of a 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 ignore throughout our lives. Choosing the shiny ones instead. I turned my back. Now there's not turning back. No matter how cold the winter, there's a spring time ahead. I smile but who am I kidding. I'm just walking the miles. Every once in a while I get a ride. I'm thumbing my way back to heaven.
