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 mass 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