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