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... 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
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
I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended

Pete and I attacked the Lost Astoria
With promise and precision and mess of youthful innocense
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
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

I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived
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