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