Saturday

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 (yeah)
 I can't sleep
 In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
 Saturday
 When these open doors were open-ended
 Saturday
 When these open doors were open-ended
 Pete and I attacked the laws of 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 (more than an hour)
 When I say
 Two more weeks
 My foot is in the door (yeah)
 I can't sleep
 In the wake of Saturday (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