I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you
there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like
I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions
I've been going
through have failed
And I'm coasting on
potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
Pete and I attacked
the lost Astoria
with promise and precision
and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
more than an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
Saturday
When these open doors
were open ended
Saturday
Saturday
