Song | Along the Way |
Artist | Brian Hughes |
Album | Along the Way |
And still you¹re waiting for, an open door | |
A ray of light, to lead you right | |
To lead you in to a place | |
Where you¹re not fighting your sane | |
Your weakness is you and you¹ve been fighting yourself all the way | |
And you try, to identify | |
The world it owes you | |
So you sit around and you¹re waiting for | |
Waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
Waiting for, waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
To lead you right onto, a path that is sane | |
Yet you can¹t admit any mistakes you made along the way | |
And you wait, you figure you¹ve paid | |
You hang onto faith and you wonder | |
Still you¹re waiting for | |
Waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
Waiting for, waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
You¹re holding on, but where is your god, your life¹s all but lost | |
And now you wonder what went on that day | |
Still you pray, for the chances you waved | |
That is all the hope you have today | |
Your time is drawing near | |
You¹re facing your fears | |
Your life¹s past you by | |
And you¹ve only got yourself to blame | |
For your hate, your lonely old pain | |
The proof was all there along the way |
And still you re waiting for, an open door | |
A ray of light, to lead you right | |
To lead you in to a place | |
Where you re not fighting your sane | |
Your weakness is you and you ve been fighting yourself all the way | |
And you try, to identify | |
The world it owes you | |
So you sit around and you re waiting for | |
Waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
Waiting for, waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
To lead you right onto, a path that is sane | |
Yet you can t admit any mistakes you made along the way | |
And you wait, you figure you ve paid | |
You hang onto faith and you wonder | |
Still you re waiting for | |
Waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
Waiting for, waiting for, waiting for an open door | |
You re holding on, but where is your god, your life s all but lost | |
And now you wonder what went on that day | |
Still you pray, for the chances you waved | |
That is all the hope you have today | |
Your time is drawing near | |
You re facing your fears | |
Your life s past you by | |
And you ve only got yourself to blame | |
For your hate, your lonely old pain | |
The proof was all there along the way |