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 the 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 lost Astoria,
With promise and precision,
And a 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, (I read...)
But I never really lived. (But I never really lived.)
And I read about the afterlife, (I read...)
But I never really lived. (But I never really lived.)
Two more weeks,
My foot is in the door. (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.
Sat-ur-day.
Sat-ur-day.

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