Saturday

"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