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 we'll mess up 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 oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo