| 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 |