Saturday

I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast It could be worse I could be taking you there with me I'm good to go even though it's 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 the 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 When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Pete and I attacked and lost the story Oh, we promised them decisions The ma*s 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, yeah 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