Saturday

I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast It could be worse, I could be taking you there with me (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 hundred 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