Lyrics:

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
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 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